gigglesquirt

I’ve been mixing memories again – dangerous, I know, but I wanted to get drunk off your words, and your letter wasn’t enough. It is never a good idea to dissolve rememberings (like all the times you’ve smiled at me, and the touch of your palm to mine) with imaginings (like all the times you’ll smile at me, your fingers entwined with mine). The future and the past do not react well together in my heart. Tonight’s indulgences will leave me with restless sleep and a splitting pain in my chest, unless these dreams are memories belonging to some future self: a self that only you can bring into