know they were only words. Three words. Three words in the back of my mind, like a melody slowly dawning, ready to be brought to life.
is never simply. Three words. Three words unspoken, the echo of rain, the thunder of lament.
think that maybe she didn’t-maybe she did. She couldn’t say it aloud. She was never sure whether to add the last word.
a risk. But in the end they were only words. Three words left to the silence. Three words she might always wish she had said.
Hi! My name is Rachel. I love to write. Write about life, love, and reflect on how the past builds the future. Mostly, I love to tell stories because I believe there is something about stories that brings the world closer together. You can check out some of my writing reflections here at Rachel Writes.