❝it was always you and me; always us against the world. but i only realised that four days after.❞ a story about learning to forgive.

In which a boy and a girl live on opposite ends of the city, yet still manage to find their way to each other. Their story is told through an exchange of rambling texts.

i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.

a series of letters/rants i've decided to write for whoever's willing to read

"I like drinking coffee or tea, and reading alone; I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone; It gives me time to think, and set my mind free; I like eating alone, and listening to music alone; But when I see a mother with her child; A girl with her lover; Or a friend laughing with their best friend; I realize that even though I like being alone, I don't fancy being lonely."

"more than kisses, letters mingle souls."- John Donne.

Genevieve can't tell if her soulmate is a transcendentalist author who died one hundred and fifty years ago, or the person who is leaving his books for her to find.

she decided to die on november the seventeenth.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021