It’s 2am. I am gently chatting with my boyfriend about our struggles. There’s a lot to say and we scratch some spots, avoiding others. There’s one thing I’m not saying. One thing I haven’t told anyone yet. Something that is weighing heavily on me. Something I don’t know how to talk about. Something I need …
Things I’d like to do with youThings you’d like to do without me
there’s one thing you don’t know. You hurt me, sometimes. I’m sure I hurt you too. But I almost never tell you, when you do. I still like to bask in the pain. It gives me goosebumps and the tears are so sweet. I like crying for you, knowing you don’t know I’m there. You …
You don’t know how worried I was. About myself, I mean. And you can pretend, if you like it, that I got worried about being sweet when I met you. But the truth is I was worried, before I met you, that I wasn’t capable of loving someone the way people loved me.There was a …
I like watching people.You can understand a lot of a person just by watching them act in their space. I like stories.They don’t have to be complicated, they just have to be. And be someone’s. I don’t necessarily like people.They are noisy and nosy. Two things I absolutely hate. But I do like watching them.Observing …
Fictober challenge, day 3. Inspired by the song”moonchild” by RM.
“Hi there.” She said. The moon was listening. Watching over her and the other children.
