But on this shirt
I found your smell
And I just sat there for ages
Contemplating what to do with myself.
Sometimes I write indirect posts just hoping that you’ll see. Hoping that you’ll realise that it’s you. It’s always been you. I just wish I could know what your reaction would be if you knew.
Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.
I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.
The mind is angry but the heart still cares.
I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
It’s kinda sad isn’t it?
That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it.
Exist with me. We’d do so beautifully.