“you are a song as heard through a brick wall a security blanket in the dark of night wet sand curling between my toes and i am so sorry that we cannot be forever because, in my head, i see you and i on the beach someplace warm sunkissed, in love, the breeze gently tussling our hair and then i remember that we have to end. the song stops playing. the blanket falls away. the water recedes. i’m sorry. i’m sorry.”
— is it leading you on if i love you even though i know we’ll be broken up within a year’s time?; l.m.m.













