I couldnāt touch you without ruining you, so I didnāt touch you at all. Itās when youāre on the brink of something that you lose your balance. You told me that once. When I canāt bring myself to say what I need to, my heart plays Russian Roulette with my throat. I swear I fired that night, but, nothing. Someday, Iāll show you the bullet I had for you, after time has done the wash. Iāll take it out of the jar of missed opportunities. Weāll hold it up to the light. Youāll roll it around your mouth like a fallen tooth. You wonāt forgive me exactly, but weāll laugh about how small it is. Weāll wonder how such a little thing could ever have meant so much.
Mindy Nettifee,Ā "All I Had To Say For Myself" Ā (via audrotas)

















