N. Likes

The relationship between my life and my blog, in time.

A stolen glance. Shifted perspective. And loss.

In which I realize some things about how I’m crazy, revisiting ancient wounds of loss.

The excitement – and terror – of getting to know you.

I fall in love too easily. I fall in love too fast.

Will you be my girlfriend?

I’m on the hunt.

I want you to ache for me.

Answer me! Quick!

I want. You want.