Rebuilding the Balcony Garden (duplicated)

If you've ever trusted the wrong man, this story is going to hurt. Once upon a time,

there was a girl with a balcony garden in a penthouse. Her garden was small, but loud with color.

Mismatched pots, wild flowers, herbs, a little chaos. Her dog slept by

the door, watching her water every plant like it was sacred. She had already

done the work. She climbed, healed, built a life with a view.

Sometimes while misting in the leaves, she'd daydream of something bigger, a farm,

wide land, a sweet husband who loved the dirt under her nails. In her head,

the last piece of her dream was a man to build the rest of it with. So she opened her