My heart is empty & my life has no value anymore. Each moment a thousand tears.
May and I are sisters. We'll always fight, but we'll always make up as well. That's what sisters do: we argue, we point out each other's frailties, mistakes, and bad judgment, we flash the insecurities we've had since childhood, and then we come back together. Until the next time.
People write to me all the time, and I write back.
She loves you. She's just forgotten how to show it.
A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.