It's not a fear of crushing rejection or swallowing shame. Not the need of full feeling acceptance or the wholesome completion I know I will feel with being with you. I didn't fight against the cosmos or a climactic prophecy of battles or tears. the courage didn't explode nor the wither away. The words where always there.
I write to you because the glass half empty is now overflowing with a need, a passion, a want to be in your arms.
Připoj se k největší komunitě vypravěčůZískej personalizovaná doporučení příběhů, ukládej si oblíbené do své knihovny a komentováním i hlasováním buduj komunitu.
i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.