A cold dark windy night. The windows of my bedroom shake as I sit down at my writing desk. Scratching the paper with my pen. Why is it so hard to write eight letters? I can't express myself in any other way. My heart burns for you, and I am dying to see you. Why did you have to leave me alone? All this anger and sadness and torment means nothing without you, but I can't go on like this, wondering where you are and who you are with. I love you very much, I hope we can see each other, in a not so distant future. I love you so much, it hurts to dream about you, it hurts because when I wake up, you are not there. I am not what I am in my dream with you.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
