languid, lustre, lovers turn into monsters (at the loss of all affection)
04/05/2010
Dear you,
Today I ran right into your waiting arms and screamed I think I love him!, to which all you did was laugh. As I gushed childishly about every stupid thing he said and jumped at pretend shadows on the floor, you ruffled my hair affectionately, almost like you knew a terrible secret you were reluctant to tell. Be careful, you warned, even though you knew being careful was the last thing on my mind. I’d have touched your cheek maybe, reassured you I’m not being silly, and if tomorrow was my yesterday and it was today that I had any sense at all, I’d be happy my life was meaningless.
Love, me
