I think your tiny heart can grow. It will love again. It’s just not going to be me. I’m grateful. I love and you will love one day because it can.
When I close my eyes all I see is you. When I take deep breaths all I recollect from the smell is you.
Her glories and sad stories, her roaming heather, her love for nature, her sweet naivete and surrender, to all that was pure.
Cry on the floor if you must. Grab a pillow and sob if it helps. Let your feelings of guilt or shame anger and fear fall out of you.
You slay me.
Let us wander, dear boy. Into that dark cold night. Let us walk hand in hand. Into the gazing starlight.
I wanted to be so in love with you wrap myself so deep In.