I know you. At least, I did once. You are struggling and I can sense it, even now. Even after all this time. You still have a piece of my soul, entwined deeply with yours and it feels you when you writhe and moan in troubled sleep. You may not realise that you call my …
“In French, you don’t really say ‘I miss you.’ You say ‘tu me manques,’ which is closer to ‘you are missing from me.’ I love that.’You are missing from me.’ You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function …
I was in love, I think With the possibility of you. With the romantic afternoons I dreamed we would spend Lost in each other. Lounging in bed, watching movies Snuggled under warm blankets, Flushed skin tingling with anticipation. We would get up only To make hot, strong tea. Playfully arguing over whose turn it …
After I am gone from you Does the fresh whispered scent of me Linger gently on your clothes In your hair In your dreams? Does it conjure me to life, Transporting you to a world Of tangled limbs and playful blue eyes. Do you dream that I lay next to you Head resting on your warm chest …
The secrets of the universe sheathed in glass, shielded from prying eyes. Her small fingers wrap longingly around the delicate bottle, cradling it gently to her chest. She knows that once she lets the world inside, there can be no return to the ecstasy of her unconscious imaginings. Only the rugged cork guards the …
She will explore you in the way that only a lover of words knows how. Savouring each delicious syllable of your name as it rolls lightly across her tongue. Testing a hundred different adjectives to describe the exact shade of your eyes as they glimmer in autumn sunshine. She caresses your skin with inky fingertips, …
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 …
My friend, you have smoked cigarettes for as long as I can remember. And I have hated it for just as long. I hope you will believe me when I tell you that this is not intended as judgement. It’s not about preaching “right” from “wrong” to you. It’s your body and you have every …
Some people collect rare coins, or stamps, or ancient antiques. Some fill their homes with exquisite jewels and vintage vinyl records; hearts swelling with pride as their trophies stagnate among swirling dust motes and the echo of past accolades. Me, I’m a little different. I collect something infinitely more precious than anything I can buy …
My life will never be the same again. From the moment that each of you enter my world, red faced and squalling, I understand this. My life will be filled with much more colour, love and laughter for having you bound excitedly into my family picture frame—all messy handprints, cute freckles and wild hair. Our dance through …