Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

15.

14.04.15.

I thought that he and I were

okay

and that we had figured out our differences and

problems - mostly one another's

but apparently

we hadn't because

I couldn't place any of his emotions.

Yet, with all his

troubles going on, surrouding me like a hazing sandstorm hovering above a desert in the far southern countries,

I will hold on.

I will keep standing

up for myself and him

because we were it, we were good,

or going to be,

because like the first day we met,

we were like a magnet that had been seperated in his far past and suddenly

stapled together again.

Yes, this,

this is going to be alright.

Greetings,

H.T.