This displaces everything: my bluish hypothermic hold. He offered me licorice, he has plenty. A kind hey, a touch of the lips, truth or dare yielding...
It was never my intent to erase our ties. I wanted to always truly remain the best of friends. It's a wonder we made it this far at all, but all good...
October 1, 1998: Breeze from the refreshing summer morning Dirt on your feet from the garden Touch a dandelion, shoot the sun Feel a warmth that won'...