I have since a long time had the impression Tim sees through the image I put up,
that he knows that deep down,
there's something very wrong.
And it didn't help when he saw my wrists,
marks like that don't disappear
that's why I try to hide them,
I don't want people to know.
He gave me a questioning look,
I invented a lie,
I don't think he believed it though.
But he didn't insist
he knows there's no point in that
because its our untold deal
But he knows me well
I don't know him since long,
but I know him,
and I think he knows much more about me then he lets me think.
He has a big dark secret,
I can see it in his eyes sometimes far and sad,
he's so young and yet at times his spirits look older,
doesn't mean his character is,
He loves having fun and playing games,
Tim is one of those who if they have an opportunity,
he'll take it, and won't leave it lying around
So happy and full of joy,
It reminds me that even if we are adults we are still young at heart.
I'm happy he's here,
he makes it all more livable
Not that I like the situation,
just that without him an Nora,
don't know what I would have done.
Sometimes he makes me forget it all
and the world is happy once more,
but it never lasts to long,
It lasts the day,
once at night, nightmares come to haunt me
making it impossible to sleep much.
Nora's still here,
at ours,
and she's going to stay here for now.
But we have both agreed on one thing,
this week, we're going to start redecoration everything
Down with the old colours we chose together,
and up with the new ones,
the house does need some refreshing.
We'll be moving everything,
so nothing stays the same,
so I feel less alone without you.
Tim is going to help,
and I bet that with all his muscles he'll be a hell of a good at it
I hope you don't mind,
It's part of the “Jane's new life” plan Nora wrote.
Tim helped her write it,
they two also get along fine
I glad of that,
cause we have been spending a lot of time together (us three).
And I hope things continue like that.
-Jane
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Letters I wrote you
Short StoryIt was saturday, again, and I was still waiting. Very old story, wrote this back in high-school, it's probably very cringy.