Dear Ben
letters written in my head.
He was a hopeless soul. A restless boy. He was lost and searching and begging and needing and yet so confident, like nothing, not even the wind could sway him. And dammit, more than anything, I just wanted him to be mine.
He was a hopeless soul. A restless boy. He was lost and searching and begging and needing and yet so confident, like nothing, not even the wind could sway him. And dammit, more than anything, I just wanted him to be mine.