Sep 11, 2020
Paris...
It couldn’t have been more perfect. I still love every moment spent in your company. I still love you. That thing you told me not to do. I’ve aired it out since your return. I cannot, not spend time with you - that can’t happen. I still need you actively in my life...even if you don’t need me.
My mother may have been your first crush, first love - but you - you’re mine.
Does it ever fade, Chamant?
Does it ever go away?
I’m really trying, but I find myself adding another scrap of paper in Dèsirs, one that says:
I want to be the girl you stop an elevator for and share a kiss. Just a kiss.
- Pretty