Call me once in a while

Some wounds never fully heal; they just settle beneath the surface, shaping who we become, as we fail to notice. He carried his past like a shadow, convinced he had left it behind. Pain, however has a way of bleeding into the present, poisoning the air around us; we sometimes leave everyone we hold dear gasping for breath, without ever meaning to. He believed he was beyond repair and swore off love, substituting it with pleasure-yet she didn’t want a fleeting fling; she wanted passion, romance, desire, pure love.. Sometimes, we try to distract ourselves from one wound by creating another. This story tells their entwined relationship from her point of view