Every Thought Taken
Autumn, Persephone 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, ...