Tom

“What would you give up to lose that last I love you?”

…I fumble with the ink that always seems to dry before it hits your paper.

he rest we have written in the stars, in our intertwined fingers, and in our lips that never, ever want to part.

Human minds can distort the purest story, and can create shadows in even the most well-lit places. We pull the reins on horses that want to gallop, and hold back waters that wish to flow, simply from the fear of what could happen.

We stand here, one journey ending as another begins, knowing we’ll never look back on the moments before our two paths became one.