sunsetnation
Wishing. wishing on a star, wishing on a coin in a well, and even wishing to myself as you sit across from me. I can see you through the steam my coffee cup emits and there I am again, wishing. Wishing you could see feel about me all the things I feel about you.
The ring on my bedside table was tarnished, worn with time and life and love. I missed the way it felt on my left ring finger, the white line it left being a constant reminder about how much I needed love back in my life. Andrew had died, and it was time to move on.
It was the strangest feeling, to be lucky. to have everything throwing itself at you in such a beneficial manner. to have the world pouring gold into your shoes, making your footprints glimmer in the morning sun. It was so incredibly queer for me to feel this way. I was never lucky. At least, not really. Things never did go quite my way.