That was perfect, I thought: you listen to people so that you can imagine them, and you hear all the terrible and wonderful things people do to themselves and to one another, but in the end the listening exposes you even more than it exposes the people you’re trying to listen to.
the last time I left your house, I felt like I was leaving something behind. then I realised that that something was my happiness and my heart and the one person I only ever truly loved
All of the things that I want to say to you just aren’t coming out right. I can’t put into words how much I need and miss you. I think about you all the time. You don’t seem to leave my head. I’m not going to last much longer. Save me a spot by the fire