Now my words look in the mirror and see my heart standing there. Naked, ashamed, but so sure - this is all I've left to bear.
I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →