I have moments where I don't worry about anything else. It feels nice to finally be able to breath.
They don't last long. These moments. It's more like a calm before a storm.
Sometimes I can't seem to catch a break. Something or someone gets in our way.
Am I fighting for these moments or am I fighting for you.
I only want you to be the thing I can never be.
Happy.
I have an idea for a story. These characters are broken. They need each other and they feed on one another. They need each other but don't know it yet.