#amountd

“You’re right there.

“Many people who offer you an ear are the very same whom are too eager to fill the smallest silence with their own problems.”

“It was a rusted 1988 Ford Maverick; which I’d had for the better part of five years, and had just about run into the ground.

“It’s the middle of April and I’m reading Charles Bukowski on my balcony, and I’m drinking a coffee, and I’m thinking of you. And I hope that life has been treating you kindly.”

I carry this with me; The weight. Wait. Oh, the timelessness of it. Is it the hour hand or the minute that slows? Seconds. A second. Coming first to a dawn. Going and going and going on.

Turn my darkness into light.

"Doesn't it make you itch, right down to your bones, that everyone is going to move on without you? They're going to forget all about you and continue on with their lives all the same." "No, I can't say it does really. In a way I envy them, with all my heart, for their ability to overcome such terrible losses in life; as I could not forget so easily."

At first, it will be true love in its purest form. Goodbyes and goodnights for merely several hours will be the hardest thing we have to do. But then it will happen: one day at a café or on your way to work you’ll bump into her. It won’t be anything ground breaking like a bolt of lightning striking between you or the stars aligning, but a small spark will ignite somewhere deep in your heart. You won’t even realise it until fate has it that you bump into her again, and then you’ll start to realise that this electric energy within you only occurs when you’re with her. So please, darling, don’t think that I’m special or that we’re special or that it will be different for us. Nothing changes and the world keeps on turning and even this love we have shall pass, because I’m well aware that for this short time I’m her.