Rain drums on shuttered windows, a melancholy rhythm to our sorrow. The sky weeps with us in desolate abandon, screaming to a Universe that will not hear us. We are drowning in the hollow void of you, but we don’t fight it. Not anymore. I am unforgiving of the cruel world marching ever on, As though you had not …
I want to know what kind of man you are beneath the surface. I want to understand what makes your heart beat faster and what you love. What makes you mad, and why it has that power over you. I want to learn if your anger is hot and quick like mine, or a lingering …
Dearest Me, I know that you don’t know me, not yet. You can’t conceive of a you that has a career, a fiancé, pays bills and drives a car. You don’t know that my favorite food is Indian, or that I drink Merlot like water. But I’m here; I exist out in the world. And …