Write Me A Line

"He didn’t say anything for a moment. He was caught in his own thoughts. Trying to find the right words to let me down easy. I wanted him to bring up one of my many victims, my drunken spurs, or chaotic evenings; I wanted him to find some way to pin it all on me. I wanted him to admit, what I already knew but wouldn’t dare say, that neither of us were strong enough to love each other. He could never love me the way he had her and I could never love him as much as I loved stories. He was running from his demons and I was running towards them."