i collect letters and photographs that i find in books. one day i plan to try and find all of these people and give them back the things they have misplaced between the pages of stories.
i am looking for someone to ride my bicycle with and dance to the long blondes with..
your eyes will never read these words, the eyes that blink i love you in tiny heartbeats and search for tears in my eyes like a lighthouse searching for lost boats.
sometimes it gets lonely.
i never got to meet you, but i know that i would have loved you more than the waking world.
she once told me that she only ever cried in the rain. she only ever sighed in a breeze. i only ever admitted my love for you with lingering glances and the blinking of eyes.