Missing you comes in waves. Tonight I’m drowning.
I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.
I hate going to sleep with you on my mind and not in my bed.
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.
One of my favorites is The Long Halloween. The first time I read it, I was on the edge of my seat, wondering who The Holiday Killer was. I also enjoyed following Harvey Dent’s journey from an ambitious, kind-hearted District Attorny to his attack and subsequent transformation into Two-Face.
my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words