You must remember.
Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts,
that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Him.

Matt.
Matt Hand.
Matthew Hand.
He means so much to me.
You have no idea.
I don't know if anyone else feels this way about anyone else.
Because I can't explain it.
All I know is he is mine, and I will never let him go.
When he smiles at me, my heart still beats a little faster.
When he holds me, everything goes away, except him,
and being able to fall asleep next to that every night..

I'm so lucky.
He is so breathtaking.