Maybe all those broken couples out there harbor invisible attachments still, feeble but tenacious spiderwebs of love.
Sometimes I think I want to write him letters, never send them but tell him all about the life I have now.
Do you know the lanterns we bought in _____? I’ve made use of them. They help complete the NeoColonial Indochine theme of my room.
The letters might not be for him but the man of my dreams, my forever lover, the fellow he once was. I wonder when the next time will be that someone looks at me with that man in his eyes.
I tell myself I have a teflon heart.
love letter collection
11:55 PM EST
Wednesday, December 14, 2011