Polydactyly Your hand in mine gives me comfort beyond anything you can imagine. I dont have to look to know its your right hand: I count all six fingers and feel the scar on your palm right underneath the thumb (the one you got fooling around with my dads Swiss knife, you klutz).
I know youre worried; believe me, so am I. I dont know how Ill get out of this one, but I swear I will. All you have to do is hold my hand. Crying wont help, so dont waste your moisture on me. We really need to think happy thoughts.
You remember that time we went to Disney? We were just passing through Orlando and decided to stop for the day. We saw Peter Pan in one of the parades and for the first time ever, you admitted Peter Pan is your favorite cartoon movie. I prefer The Li
Expectations I want him to forget. I cant stand the feeling of his eyes cutting gaping, bleeding holes into my neck. I know hes looking for the invisible kisses. Ive tried so hard to wipe them away, but he sees them.
We sit on opposite sides of the kitchen table, glaring. He wants to make me suffer. He thinks Ill run as soon as he leaves, so he stays. He doesnt realize that it hurts more having him look at me with spiteful eyes. At night, next to me, he keeps to his side of the bed; not a single finger wanders to my side, his feet dont graze mine for a single second.
We wanted to be happy; we had the entire world at our feet and love and faith. We believed we could do anything we set our minds to, we dreamed of he day we could look back and see how far wed come and smile