Giovanni Bonamy by Sylvain Norget
You have a pen? Take a memo and write this down:
Once, I was loved, supremely with every fiber of someone’s being. They just never knew how to tell me.
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To you, it might just be the chemicals inside us changing. All I know is our bodies reward us for being with each other.
The books never written
Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers, a shooting star that shoots back, rain falling from the ground to the sky, bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers, a fountain that makes you young (and lonely) while those around you grow old, saplings that know everything, a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved, a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.
All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you. You are the reason I return here each morning.
the fragments of hope
Dear Future You,
Hold on. Please.
Love,
Me.
Dear Current You,
I’m holding on. But it hurts.
Love,
Me.
Dear Past You,
I held on. Thank you.
Love,
Me.