My heart goes ballistic with your every word. Your stories linger in my mind and find their way to my heart. Although in this space, romance is often doomed to fail before it even starts, I admit, I fell. I'm addicted. I'm in love.
Friday, February 18
How do you know when your heart cries?
When the pounding in your chest finds its way to your eyes and the blank stares that you give betray the somber space of your soul.