Rendezvous
07 June 04 : 04.24 AM
He's my beautiful, strong, silent Mitch Kitteridge, who could never say I love you. Except, I'd have still needed the television on to sleep. But it'll always be the kisses and the morning cereals that will keep me coming back. Perhaps I could only be Valentine to him, with the transparent skin and lips that were always a little parted. Perhaps.
Why is it when you know in the end it's not going to be good for you, but you still wanna give it a shot?
"You'll be the one hurting at the end, I swear." I told Mirz. He just shrugged.
My lovely ballerina, where are you? I want to talk about aspirations and shy, charismatic boys and giggle through the night and spill secrets like strawberry-flavoured milk on where the sweetest dreams reside. Apple chips and almost-baked cakes for snacks on the bed we'll talk in until we fall asleep.
I wish they wouldn't look at me that way. I don't want this to hurt.