The hardest type of person to stop is, oddly enough, the one that can only enter after you’ve invited them in.
I want to make you breakfast and watch as you lie and say that it tastes amazing.
I loaded his journal, no longer being written to me but for the general public, and the bad energy felt like someone else’s hangover.
One day, and we’ll know.
He revealed himself to be a very bitter, deceptive man. I’ve watched him struggle so hard to make life something worth looking back on. From ‘A Moment Forever’ to his ‘Broken Window’ productions.
Look what you’ve done to me. I’m an old man using a < and 3 like a sideways heart.
From ‘I Would Never’ to ‘All I want from you, is your entire life’ in about six winter weeks with the limited view he gave me.
I’ve done so many things in the idea of a person I knew. And not done even more.
He would never have wanted me to feel this way because of him. Did he know from the beginning that I would go on missing a man who never existed?
He will always be with me, in my story, in all of the ways that call out to me from unenlightened ledges, deep waters and across burning bridges. It will always have a little something to do with the dipshit from Misery who knew how to take a broken track hurdle and spin it like a winner’s tale.
I’ll always remember when I believed the golden glow before I got to know the human being.