Muse,
I am shaking in my socks. It seems like we're just starting to open up to each other and while I was so sure this was exactly what I wanted, I didn't ever consider it may happen one day. I always wanted it, sure, but now that it's here I can't help but fear for the worst. There are so many things that could come undone when pasts unwrap on the table between us.
Was there only ever a proverbial table between us?
Carrillo.
YOU ARE READING
muse
Non-FictionPre-love and post-trauma, a collection of letters dedicated to the one and only captain of this sheet metal ship, K.G. Non Fiction: #111 Short Story: #283 © Papyruspoet 2014.
