Falling in love is a risk, one that for better or for worse, must be taken alone.
He said that I need to do it differently if I want to be noticed. dq. If that is the case... I think I'll begin with him. A beautiful pirate. I feel almost safe all the way over here. Time buries treasure like sand, only a few months under the sea and no one will ever know.
The longing for the east coast. The boys down the street. The girl's wine dates.
The early morning road trips. The breakfast. The summer morning shower
haircut. Coffee. His blond hair. The perfect breeze. The air is clean and grey.
The small cabin in the woods. The one with the lights, colored along the ceiling. The dirt path that led me there. I dreamed this several times as a child. In different variations. I think this cabin actually exists ... I need to see it.
........…On the mountain side of North Carolina.