falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you
Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.
Stupid to the power of stupid.
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss
It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.