Wanting...
“No one has ever cared what I wanted,” she says. “I do,” he responds. Fingers, souls, entwined In a darkness Broken by the stars he made...
I'll be right here, now and always
“No one has ever cared what I wanted,” she says. “I do,” he responds. Fingers, souls, entwined In a darkness Broken by the stars he made...
I have a sense that today may be a difficult one. Mind you, I don't think that difficult must always mean bad. Some of the most painful...
I don't know if I've ever told you, but one of my lifelong dreams is to have a piano and learn to play it properly. When I do, I want to...
The Author
These letters are a way of taking the words I carry for her and putting them into the world, in the hopes that she may find peace until they lead her home.