Suicide of the heart. I'll come back soon....I'm sorry.


I won't be on. I need to make use of so much less than enough time with the one I think I've loved the most. Probably will always love the most. It might be weeks or months. Probably days. It's funny when we want so many things, and just ignore our love to make room for other things, when in the end, we'd give it all up and it all back for just moments longer.
I'd been asking what might be in my mirror of Erised. I know. I so know beyond what any person should be sure of. So much.