Stories

I will leave them for you when I am gone, so you can read them to
our children as bedtime stories while I silently weep in the last
corner I stood still in. The pictures we take on Christmas day will
have to be synced to the same day we were both born. That way, we
can always take two. I will always blink twice before we get a good
one. You will comment on my smile and I will say why oh why are you
talking about yourself - my unhinged angel. You look great today.
Do you remember when I told you that I would break my heart for
you? Well I would. I would let you murder me too. I mean it, if you
needed to. I would. At least I would die in beauty. At least your
hands were the last to leave me.