“That one pen poured my heart out when it was at it's weakest and fueled the fires of my creativity. Now that same pen is copying notes, finishing last minute homework, whatever it is that you are doing next to me”

Your hand felt so real.  My chest felt tight. I was so nervous. And there you were just smiling at me, the happiest I had ever seen you…

There we were both freezing our asses off outside, but the alcohol kept us warm. She took another drag off her cigarette and stared at me….