My Life With Jack Gilinsky

Her.

She looked like a p e r f e c t i m p e r f e c t i o n Smelled like v a n i l l a Sang like an a n g e l Felt like s i l k And tasted i n t o x i c a t i n g

And So We Tried

Sometimes we're swept in the idea of being in love with the other that we fail to see when it is no longer present.

To Dylan

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

Bloom

I was a flower starting to wilt before you showed up and began watering my petals. © Christine Marie 2017