I want to run. The rain is coming down and I want to run out into it with you. I want you to pull me close and kiss me. I want the fairytale. I want the soggy hand holding. The water dripping from your hair into my eyes. I want that moment where we stand…

That darkness that burns in us all... What is it? Why is it a feeling that takes over, condems our brains. "Control your mind. For if your mind controls you, you're fucked". I believe that. Weeks of tears for fabricated thoughts and ideas. Fears of abandonment. If a man is going to leave you because…