I’m nearly half way there.
Just this: Continue reading
come mi betide
ho assaggiato l’oceano
quando ho baciato lui
e ha salvato la mia vita. Continue reading
Well, this weekend sucked – like last weekend. I slept as much as I could. I was invited out, I declined.
The only thing I want, is the luthier. Continue reading
Two (an excerpt)
“We kiss in Sperlonga,” he promises. “…my voice is F flat, it’s terrible. I know this.”
“I only dream of you,” I tell him. “Every night. Every night, I dream of your touch.”
“Every dream, I feel your touch.” Continue reading
Top ten stats of Friday so far.
10. The amount of minutes it took me to get myself out of bed.
9. The number of dreams I had about the luthier last night.
8. The current time.
7. The number of texts I’ve swapped with the luthier so far today. Continue reading