Reclaiming imogen
"i am not in the habit of. and either or. i'd still love you. history would tell you that much. if you'd been listening. and yes, of course, i get sick of writing the same things. the same old thing. over and over again. but this is what we do. right? the rigamaroll that ends up making us. who we are."
"when i took my time. thought about what it might be like to punch your face out. or kiss. whichever. it always comes back to noon. on the wet streets of london. waiting for you. that dull cup of coffee and the hours my back got used to hurting against the rail of the tourists. the time. the way you never turned up. at the end of my lines. only just ever. when i needed."
"when i took my time. thought about what it might be like to punch your face out. or kiss. whichever. it always comes back to noon. on the wet streets of london. waiting for you. that dull cup of coffee and the hours my back got used to hurting against the rail of the tourists. the time. the way you never turned up. at the end of my lines. only just ever. when i needed."