I hate you because. . .
We met at the Wrong Time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot
A letter to Alberto Continue reading “Wrong Time”
This is a letter to the person I love the most. Continue reading “The Missing Pages”
All the time travel in the world cannot make someone love you, the love of my life just drove away.
Do I have to be dying just to get your attention? Continue reading “heal me”
If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its finger up your spine, the best thing to do – the only thing – is run. ~Delirium