So it's over ( Read more... )

I'm about to get my heart broken.

Fuck.

I'm in love.

All my father does is sleep, and all it does is rain in this town. I can't help but be depressed on days like these, especially when there are two days left until Christmas, and seven until I age another year, and neither of these events involve the boy I became so accustom to seeing everyday. I'm trying not to be selfish, but this distance is ( Read more... )

It's strange how much happier you are when you've found someone. The whole time I have been here, I have been happy. But now, the sense is heightened. And this is why I believe in souls and love.

I made a tape of bitter songs to help me feel better. It will remain unsent, for me to listen to when I am caught in a panic because this distance, these miles between us, scare me to death.

At least now I will have something to hold onto.

-August 15th, 2007.

That tape, those words in those songs. They hit me harder now than ever before. I am dying ( Read more... )

I miss you so much sometimes that I can barely breathe.

I want you to come back because I want to lie next to you, the autumn air cool enough to wear sweaters and skip classes to watch the leaves as they fall from the trees in the afternoon ( Read more... )

In that dream, we sat side by side as we have so many times before. A movie I was unfamiliar with played in the background, the theatre gently growing darker as each new moment passed. Your irises grew smaller, and I could not take my gaze from you. My sweater somehow became yours, the grey one with tiny horizontal stripes, the one you said you ( Read more... )

I met a girl from Oregon who drove us around. We listened to french music as the sun shone through the cornstalks, the empty road illuminated and endless, and my only wish was for you to be there with me.