lossforwords
I have been classified as boy crazy. Jealous. Insecure. How I classify myself, I still haven't figured out.
She embraced him, and the vulnerability that this action entailed. She embraced the fear, and the risk of getting hurt. She embraced the idea of happiness.
The ringing in her ears wouldn't stop. Her knees began to go weak, the room became dark, she felt cold. She fell. That was it.
It hurts that we can no longer have a decent conversation. Maybe they never were all that great, maybe they were always just about you with me on the sidelines. Maybe they just didn't hurt before.