The discovery, made many years ago during the holidays, seemed like a strange miracle at the time. A stroke of dumb luck, the combination of alcohol and genius.
I wanted to find your lips in the half light, to drink you in, shed the sheets and wrap myself in you.
Is it held within the quiet of summer nights, beating somewhere in the velvet darkness?
Jealousy is what changes admiration into contempt, adoration into loathing.
You aren’t worth more because you have loved less, just as you are not worth less because you have loved more.
It’s easy to forget we aren’t indestructible.
I dropped the pages like they were fire and rubbed my hands across my face. What was going on? Why was she sending these to me? Why hadn’t she called me back? I grabbed my phone and dialled Brianna’s number with shaking fingers.
People need to know what’s out there, walking around at night…