Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

03.

01.03.15.

We were on a holiday called

a honeymoon.

For six days now,

and it really lived up to its name because the moon was there

shining

bright,

every single night.

But there was no love, nothing sweet,

I was alone and I was done with

being here, watching the sun go down and rise all

alone.

Like a bumblebee, without the so-called honey.

Abandoned.

Because he was being irrational and his words didn't make sense.

He was saying that he and I weren't going to stand long

enough and that he didn't know

why

he

married

me.

So, he bought himself a ticket to fly back, taking off

right about

now.

but he's here still, making me glad that

he tought rational again.

Yet I know

I want to leave myself

and it made me guilty for being glad and happy for him deciding to

be with me.

Greetings,

H.T.