Love Is The Only Thing We Have

You Make Me Feel Like I Have Wings When You Touch Me.

I Dreamed Of Being A Part Of The Stories—even Terrifying One, Even Horror Stories—because At Least The Girls In Stories Were Alive Before They Died.

After His Kisses And Hugs It Feels Like Without Them My Body Will Fall Apart Into Pieces.

Once Upon A Time . . . What Time Are We Upon And Where Do I Belong?

Maybe He Was Real. Maybe I'd Made Him Up. Either Way, He Didn't Think I Needed Him Anymore. Maybe He Was Right.