I've been reading you for a while, Tara, and always, your words linger. Your ideas and musings perculate in my mind long after I've read your last word. This reading, however, made me curse the coldness of my screen. I wanted more, even as tears rolled down my cheeks and blurred my vision, and my heart ached, I wanted more. I found m…
I've been reading you for a while, Tara, and always, your words linger. Your ideas and musings perculate in my mind long after I've read your last word. This reading, however, made me curse the coldness of my screen. I wanted more, even as tears rolled down my cheeks and blurred my vision, and my heart ached, I wanted more. I found myself wishing this was a conversation we were having, shared confessions quietly offered as omens into the fog of our steaming tea cups.
Thank you, Chantal. It's so nice to think of my words lingering in your world. I want more, too. And the conversation over steaming tea cups is something I will imagine until I can feel the heat on my nose.
I've been reading you for a while, Tara, and always, your words linger. Your ideas and musings perculate in my mind long after I've read your last word. This reading, however, made me curse the coldness of my screen. I wanted more, even as tears rolled down my cheeks and blurred my vision, and my heart ached, I wanted more. I found myself wishing this was a conversation we were having, shared confessions quietly offered as omens into the fog of our steaming tea cups.
Thank you, Chantal. It's so nice to think of my words lingering in your world. I want more, too. And the conversation over steaming tea cups is something I will imagine until I can feel the heat on my nose.