❤melt: the simple truth

The simple truth is, I love him. Sometimes I type his number onto my cellphone just to stare at it.  Just to remind myself to breathe.  In prison, I would sign up for a phone slot and sit in the booth for all fifteen minutes– just to stare at his number on my hand. I don’t press the button to connect because I don’t need … Continue reading ❤melt: the simple truth