About this Journal
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
Come on in. New friends are more than welcome, no need to stand on formalities. I'll usually add you right back.
Comments and constructive criticism is very much welcomed. It's my job as a writer to chip away at a story until it's right, and if I missed the mark, I'd like to know. Hit me up in a message if you don't want to spell it out for all to see. Thanks!
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