You still read her old journals online. She hasn't updated since before your last desperate fight, but you want to hear her words still. Four years, and you think about her almost every day. She was a creature, but she was your creature, and you would do almost anything to see her again. You would get her address from a friend and send her roses on ( Read more... )

You create because ( Read more... )

If you could only see the beast you've made of me ( Read more... )

In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up ( Read more... )

Again, we shyly reach for eachother. We are quiet confessions, hesitent texts. She offers that we see eachother, but don't speak. I chew a hole in my cheek to keep my longing to myself. I am terrified. I can barely think past how much I need to see her face. Her rainy, quiet eyes ( Read more... )