Strange how she said how she doesn’t like physical touch much. It’s changed how she wants to sit on my lap randomly throughout the day. Wants to caress me at will. Strange how she used to speak to me carefully in order to get me. It’s changed how she can open her heart and has…
All my life I’ve been yearning for a thing I cannot name. And sometimes, you run into someone who manages to fill that hole. Someone as incomplete and broken that it feels right. You’re that for me my luv. You give me joy. You give me pain. You’re the cause of my sadness. You’re the…
🖤 “Later”, she said. I hesitated, “Later? Are you sure about etching this in stone?” I found the randomness charming and uniquely hers. I grabbed something, wrote on the sad river bridge, “Later, 3/01/2024”. Uncertain if we’ll revisit that spot, the memory of that gloomy day remains etched in my heart.