He Is My World And My World

The Flip Side Of Freedom Is This: When You're Completely Free, You're Also Completely On Your Own.

My Heart Is Drumming In My Chest So Hard It Aches, But It's The Good Kind Of Ache, Like The Feeling You Get On The First Real Day Of Autumn, When The Air Is Crisp And The Leaves Are All Flaring At The Edges And The Wind Smells Just Vaguely Of Smoke - Like The End And The Beginning Of Something All At Once.

Everytime He Brushes Me With His Fingers, Time Seems To Tether For A Second, Like It Is In Danger Of Dissolving. The Whole World Is Dissolving, I Decide, Except For Us. Us.

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks In The Regular Action.