You were born to be a storyteller and I was never bored to hear your voice. You always have something to be told, to be laughed, and to convince me that the universe is actually kind.
The way they smile at you, will make everything ok again. The way they speak to you, will make you realize how much a part of you has missed being truly looked at. The way they laugh at your casual conversation will make you want to see the world from a different light.
All it takes is a glance. A simple ‘hello’. All it takes is a flutter of a heart or a handshake that feels so much like a kiss.
I hope you are well, and that you’ve found someone to love, who loves you more. I hope she treats you well. I hope you’ve found that peace you were searching for.
It can’t be understood. It can’t be explained. Because when your best friend turns into a stranger overnight, any logic that you have goes out the window.
“I was able to approach quite close: almost close enough to touch him. At that moment, though, the deer turned, and I felt all the hair on my arms rise. The deer’s eyes were red and dripping with blood.”
The only thing that feels strange is the excitement I have about seeing you again. I don’t want to turn that off. I don’t want to run away from it. I’d like to get closer.
When he glanced in the rear view mirror, he saw a full grown man in what he described as “large boots and a dirty, dark, thick jacket and dirty pants” in a full on SPRINT towards our car.
“Together we are proving the power of dance music knows no bounds.”
“The moment the light hit her, she stopped moving completely. She was facing away from me. She had disgusting hair that seemed to be sticking together in clumps. Some of her hair was ripped off, too. She was wearing a very over-sized, bright red hoodie. I was almost too scared to move.”