Writing this now I’m struggling to remember the feeling of having him next to me. I have the memories, I see them vividly playing in my head, memory after memory, but I can’t remember how it feels, all I can remember are the moments.
Fire my love, fire! A house set alight by flames of adoration, hollow foundations engulfed by laden promises. Fire and smoke my love Fire and smoke. Fire… Read more “Fire and Smoke”
If we were a candle, then our love would be the flame My half blindingly bright and yours a surging flicker now and then, A dwindling ‘air-wave’… Read more “Burn”
Those words essentially gave the command for my heart to remove its armour. It took away my army, my defensive mechanism, my protection; it left me truly vulnerable, and that wasn’t a state I had ever been in before.
Do you know that feeling, when even if everything in our life sucks it doesn’t matter because one moment abolishes all the bad things that have happened up until this moment? Well that moment was that for me.
Blossoming young love, what is more beautiful and idealistic?
There had been uproar in my class when I had unveiled my weekend plans, and ‘the talk’ happened. THE TALK.
I never knew that it could get deeper than what my other teenage crushes had taught me, a.k.a. texting all night and then small talk and awkward glances at school… Charlie was my game changer.
Where to begin. All teenage relationships have drama, fact, but mine was filled with more drama than any girl could ever ask for.