Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.
War?' The word held too much definition for three letters.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.
I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.
The comfort was peculiarly chilling.
It was almost painful to be different.
His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.
The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…
Among my stillness was a pounding heart.
My problem stemmed from not forgiving myself.
Sometimes an outside perspective is the clearer perspective.
She affected me, even when she was absent.
