I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hur t you again. (I k now I always do; I’ve done this before.) Pleas e, don’t worry. I’m comin g back home really, really soon: two months. Remem ber that God always mak es everything okay in th e end. Doesn’t He? Love, me.
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.