Every Thought Taken

Far back as I can recall, not a day exists when I haven't loved Helena Williams. In my younger years, my love for her was more familial or akin to friendship. But as the years passed, something changed between us. The unrequited love I had for my sister's best friend was reciprocated. Like the seasons, our love fluctuated. Like the moon, some nights were dark and cold while others were bright and warm.

I loved her.

I love her.

Nine years ago, I broke in two. She said goodbye, and I tried to le...