It was a summer of sparks and flashes.
We both signed up for a seven-week away-from-home deal to earn money. Fate's twisted humor landed us as roommates for the borrowed time we were given.
"Hey! Long time no talk." We were never awkward when hellos came because we were distant acquaintances from a time long passed.
Your mind and way of thinking piqued my curiosity.
You were an open book, Max, and I was a starved reader who yearned for a collection of words to drown into. A fool in search of danger and adventure.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
