“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
i find space to heal in the margins, in quiet afternoons, and in hugs from people i love.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
i feel safe and soft in your arms.
i know that one day you’ll be a distant memory, but right now our love is as bright as the dawn.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
i feel my innocence slip away like a peaceful afternoon after a dreadful week.
i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.