12:06 am

by claire
The rain falls heavy and slow tonight, but the fireworks still light the sky. I am weak, and all I want is you here. I am trying, I am trying, but this will not stop until I am dead to you or you come back to me. Selfish. selfish. selfish.
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It is like being caught in a rip sometimes.
i feel i will be saying the same things in one month when i'm separated from my ex-boyfriend/lover/source of comfort and stability. i made the 'brave choice' of staying home for college instead of following him to school two hours away. it's for the better, but i have a feeling i will only wind up missing the chance to curl up in his bed and hide from the world.
Thank you so much for your kind words, i am glad you enjoyed them :) Your entry has made me realise just how much i miss fireworks!