My beloved facial expression is the exact mirror of mine, an adoring gaze aimed at the other, breathing hard trying to take in as much air as our lungs can possibly take. Despite this, there’s a solemn atmosphere that has quickly settled and come to stay with us.Read More »
The bartender places another drink in front of me. I didn’t ask for another and can’t he see that I am drunk enough.
“I don’t want another.”Read More »
“Look we gotta talk.”
I know she can feel it, what we have isn’t the same as it used to be. I can’t stand the secrets, tension and worrying anymore—I just have to let her know.Read More »