The last thing I said to her before she left the other night was “be safe.” Please don’t let that be the last thing I ever say to her.Read more
you smiled a half-smile.our hands moved over one another’s palms and fingers. everything in my life had come apart. my sister’s mask, my father’s comfort, my brothers innocence, my secure cynicism, even my house- and yet, here you were. this was happening, with the beautiful wreckage of my old life around us, and the promise of something new, something new and good.Read more
I suppose I should explain to you what this is even for. I want to give you an account of my heart and mind and (hopefully) soul that I can give you at the end of this break.Read more
i get scared, river. i get this knot, right underneath my sternum, when i think about marriage, about really saying “yes. i choose her.” i don’t know why. maybe it’s fear that i’ll get it wrong. maybe it’s a fear of commitment itself.Read more
it appears to be a series of journal entries/letters written from a guy to a girl. it is only his side of this story, because it’s his journal to her. pieces of their story have to be finished with your imagination.
I have thoughts. but I think I should let the journal tell it’s own story.Read more