Apr 19, 2017
i don’t remember the last time i ever wrote about you, or if i ever did. you were always be my maybe, my what if, my ‘could be but better not’. all the men that made appearances in my life has at one point graced the pages of where i write; in the in-betweens of sentences, letters of words, between the raw, and conflicted emotions. but there are never enough words to explain this colossal thing between us, i don’t think i can ever go beyond explaining how it feels, how it shrinks and expands, and how sometimes it threatens to explode.
