I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog...
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
As so many commitments demand your timeOr your shut-eye important be,Your attraction to me must in some way lack,Such a pity to spend time on thee.
Fiction has been maligned for centuries as being "false," "untrue," yet good fiction provides more truth about the world, about life, and even about the reader, than can be found in non-fiction.
I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell—just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later—I wish I'd told him.
