One year ago today a lady stumbled into my life. I liked a few of her pictures and she sent me a message. She was a stranger to me, and honestly, she looked kind of dorky. I never suspected a thing. I
There is a pen on the edge of the coffee table in front of me and I get the itch to use it. I haven't written by hand in so long. A strange excitement jolts through my body. I walk to my bedroom to gr
There is nothing I could write that could save us, is there? There is no song you could hear that would bring you here. There is no book we could read that could get you to come back to me. We are si
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