He is in love with her. She is in love with him. Their problem? She can't speak. He doesn't know if he can wait. But they both want a happy ending. Badly. A love that was mute, unspoken, but deep, all the same. It's not complicated. Unless you're a complication.

"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing herself from the past was the only way to stay standing.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

we're specks of the void.

may these words be written on my gravestone.