I knew I would never sleep a wink if I did not let him know somehow that he was in my thoughts. That his irritation was slinking around under my skin.
I hear you.
He had not pushed and still.. he had changed everything. How.. just like Fonce. I did not stop to check if he was home when I slipped over. I left a glass jar, ironically one that still held a bit of dried paint, filled with white wild flowers. I tied a green ribbon around the rim and hoped he would find them before Catch did and that he would know..
I heard you.
I just hoped.. that I was right.
I hear you.
He had not pushed and still.. he had changed everything. How.. just like Fonce. I did not stop to check if he was home when I slipped over. I left a glass jar, ironically one that still held a bit of dried paint, filled with white wild flowers. I tied a green ribbon around the rim and hoped he would find them before Catch did and that he would know..
I heard you.
I just hoped.. that I was right.
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