Dear mother By: Samara Smith
Dear Mother, I lost the love of my life. He left me and I was ripped from my center. Snipped at the root. Left untethered to float around a fiery hell of broken love. He was the love of my life. We were going to move to Germany together. We talked about having a house with a garden and what color we wanted to paint the walls in the kitchen. We would visit the farmers market every Sunday where he would buy fresh vegetables for pasta and I would go and smell every candle. I would wake up on a Monday morning to the smell of brewing coffee and a soft kiss on the cheek. Every Thursday we would visit our friends in the city and play games and laugh until there is nothing left. We talked about how we would divide holidays with our families and argued about whether to send our kids to private or public school. We built a future in a dream world with imaginary happiness and promises so tight I couldn’t breathe. I decided I would love him for the rest of my life. And after two years and a lifeti
