June 2012
May 2012
thevirtualhermit:
Dear Heart, remember how he smiled His eyes fixed on yours This quiet trembling you feel now In the darkness and solitude Of the drive away does not compare To the tremble in his fingers as He counted your goosebumps Remember too how your lips curved and Your hands did not shake as they Caught and tangled, explored and claimed No, fragile heart don’t let those memories Fade...
It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald