We stopped it before it became too much. At least I tried. Grey clouds slept overhead, weeping, as if they already know our fate. And when they parted, the warm sun shone down lovingly. And I closed off; parted ways. “His birthday is next month…

Crawl out of a bed that won’t let go; falling out sticky, sweating from love, and summer, and a special kind of comfort, like I’ve grown somehow since winter. Different seasons, people, feelings. A different me. It was hard at first but I let your…

My heart flutters. My heart flutters like it’s got its own pair of Nutmeg Moth’s marbled wings – stuck in a rib-cage and it’s ready for takeoff. That’s how you make me feel. That’s how every single one of your BBM’s renders me; excited…