I cling to him like he's what keeps me thriving. Because he is.

I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.

But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

Always ask for the truth. Just make sure the time is right.

It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.