some new words.

I’ve come to realize that he does not matter. He was just a chapter— actually a paragraph of my young adult life. I could sit here relentlessly writing pages and pages all day about boys with slight smiles who leave suddenly with questionable and unfulfilled promises. After all that, however, I still would not have found …

WORDS.

Lately I have felt numb. I can’t really pinpoint when or how this all began either. It may have something to do with a boy, whose unruly curls and twitching smile stays plastered in my mind, but probably not because it has to be more than just that. If one things for sure it’s that …