i once knew a man, who told a tale as tall, as the mountains that he came from.

I've been collecting all the pieces and trying to fit them back together in secret. I need to stop but I feel like I owe it. 

I don't. 

But something tells me that this one is going to be different. 
I never imagined that I would want this now, but now that its here I do. 



[I'm secretly really freaking out about losing my house but I don't want to bug her about it because then everyone will be passive aggressive towards me again.] 

I want to pack up my car and pitch a tent with you, just the two of us. I want to lay in silence and look at the sky.