Letters To Burn
2018-05-11 20:04:22 (UTC)

Number Twenty

I should have never said anything. I should have known better. Another dream last night. Each one is more real than the last. It’s not even sexual. It’s just us being us. They feel so real and more in depth each time. That makes it hurt worse when I wake up. I don’t know if my heart can keep up this pace. I know my mind can’t. I have more thoughts of leaving everyday. Thoughts of packing up and heading west. Or just leaving life. It’s a coin flip.