I’m mad at myself because I’m running out of reasons to miss you.
I hope that I loved you enough. Continue reading
I hate you because. . .
This is a letter to the person I love the most. Continue reading
Do I have to be dying just to get your attention? Continue reading
If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its finger up your spine, the best thing to do – the only thing – is run. ~Delirium