just one more conversation…please, I thought you’d be here longer than this. now I’m standing upon your grave, placing flowers by the stone, tears falling out of my eyes and a million words wanting to be spoken to you. just one more conversation that’s all I ask for, please…just let me say ‘I love you" one more time…
p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #42
Memory blurs, that’s the point. If memory didn’t blur you wouldn’t have the fool’s courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
Joyce Carol Oates, We Were the Mulvaneys
you left and now I don’t know how to fill up the space in my heart where you once lived in.
p.s.w // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #43
