I’ve Died And Gone To Heaven

And Yet I Understood The Alienation Of Being Around Others Who Couldn't Really See You Or Chose Not To. I'd Felt The Self-loathing That Came With Being A Fraud, Protraying An Image Of What You Wished You Could Be But Weren't. I'd Lived With The Fear That People You Loved Might Turn Away From You If They Ever Got To Know The True Person Hidden Inside.

What Would I Do Without You? You're Never Going To Find Out.

Until You, I Didn't Consider My Past As An Issue. Yes, It Affected Certain Ways I Did Things, But Everything Had Its Place And I Wasn't Unhappy. In Fact, I Thought I Had A Comfortable And Uncomplicated Life." "oh Boy." My Nose Wrinkled. "hello, Mr Comfortable. I'm Miss Complicated." His Grin Flashed. "never A Dull Moment.

Are You Hurting Anywhere Else?" I Asked, Feeling So Emotionally Raw After The Long Night We'd Had. He Caught My Wrist And Pulled My Hand Down To Press Flat Over His Heart. "here." "so Am I." He Kissed My Fingertips, Then Linked Our Hands And Led Me.

I Can’t Think. I Can’t Work Or Sleep. My Body Aches For You. I Can Make You Want Me Again. Let Me Try.