There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark…
Their
place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of
unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at
you
in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred
ways,
describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
Their
place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of
unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at
you
in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred
ways,
describe them even to yourself, words are useless.
