unfortunateshark
Something is missing. I've missed it for an awfully long time. And I'm not sure what it is, yet. There's a hole. An ache. Something needs to fill it soon, or I might just crack right open.
Delicate threads. Knot after knot. Making bracelets out of tangled knots.
What I'd give for answers. Well, I'd sure give a lot to understand and to not be confused. I just want answers.
Antlers with velvet covering, majestic posture, noble head with a nose pointed to the sky. And then his tail flashes white and he's off, bounding between the trees, and you'll never see him again.
It's history now. That odd rush of emotion and the butterflies and the chills and the funny way you used to make my heart beat louder. History.
The most intense thing about her... well, there were a lot of intense things about her... but one of the most striking were her watermelon flip flops. One pink, and one green, mismatched and perfect.
I don't remember the last time you held me safe and close and fearless. No. All I remember, now, is tears and regret and wishing I knew you. And wishing that you'd reach out and make me believe in you.
I wonder
If I really tried
Could I reach and touch the sky?
I wonder
If I searched
Could I find?
I wonder if I wondered...
What would I discover?
You have the best smile.
Well,
You have the best hands
And the best heart
And you're my best friend
And I think you're wonderful
And I think your smile is my favorite.
Not beloved. Not dearly beloved. I don't know why this is coming at me in so many different ways; it cannot be true. At the same time, I am tired of fighting it. I am so tired of fighting it.
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