Mariner's revenge.

You leave me feeling less empty. Because two hands and two hearts and two heads are better than one empty hand and one lonely heart and one heavy head with no shoulder to sleep on.


"Cardiac arrest over something important is better than sheer boredom over nothing at all."
All my love,
Addy

It's complicated.

This morning I knew what I was doing. And I knew what I wanted and who I wanted and everything was lovely.


And then everything got mega-confusing and now there isn't enough air to breathe and my knees are all weak and my body feels all full of fluids and I am so confused and I don't know what to do.


I'm blaming this quasi-relationship on those hands of his and I'm blaming its quasi-downfall on another pair of hands. They're both so beautiful and they leave me breathless and I end up doing reckless things without thinking because of those hands.


It's hard to explain, really.


Do you think either of them even noticed my eyelashes? The actual boys themselves, I mean. Not the hands.


Any number to the power of zero is one.
All my love,
Addy