In-Between Moments Journal
Freshly cut grass and sea salted winds take me to a place a train ticket couldn't buy.
In between the tiny details I find my memories.
I remember laughs...
Writers are nothing without their readers.
He never once told me he loved me.
He never once hugged me.
But there was no doubt in my mind, ever, concerning his feelings for me.
Love emanated from his pores.
He reeked of love.
It's this really weird computer game where you only get one life.