I love.The most reckless thing of all.

Cassia.I know which life is my real one now no matter what happens. Its the one with you. For some reason knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe its like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.I love you. Ky Markham

Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it