August 20, 2016
Dear You, It's now reached the point when I begin a sentence with "I remember..." there's a feeling of wanting to just not remember. Don't know where I'm going with this. I'm just writing whatever comes to mind. I want new memories. I keep writing to a future love, I keep hoping someday I can hold someone's hand again and know that it's real. My friend, Honey, told me about how she reserved a "place" for her future love. A space for someone new in her life, if you will. Maybe I'm still too selfish of my time. Or scared..