i long to be simple minded.
from the moment i met you, i knew that you would change my life. to explain the love and the pain and the grief we’ve gone through would take years.
i have a feeling that in the next fifty women you undress, all you will be able to see is that they are not, and could never be me.
i can see you falling away from the man i know.
i smell the rain and all of a sudden i’m back with you in the city. the city where even with sirens, thousands of people, and too little square footage, we made a life.
i am angry all the time.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
i wonder what 10 year old me would do if i told her that her best friend is actually the love of her life.