Thursday, January 21, 2010
I miss you in a way that feels good, again. In a way that's right, where we began. A want that's hungry, but not dying with thirst. A need that thrills instead of making it worse. I still have scars to heal from losing my trust. I have to forgive your not believing in us. You closed your mind and heart to mine. I'm still afraid of that hurt down the line. A heart only breaks so many times. My heart was mine, and I gave it to you. You didn't lose it, but forgot what you knew. Now that you've... Sign in
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