nuwanda

i cant talk to anyone now without comparing them to him. he does things that i get mad at but he is not mine to be mad at, and it frustrates me. my brain is torturing me by giving me dreams about him every night. i sat on his knee and gazed at him with all the love in my body directed towards him, and i remember so vividly he said, "you know sometimes you put love into things and they cant give it back." i know, charley. for him, i wouldnt care about receiving. i only want to give him everything i have and more.