Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven’t slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept […]
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’
What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
I yearn for you. Always.
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
“… And all the War in the world started with Words.”
Her knight became her imprisoner…
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…