Him Diaries: Entry #11

THEN. We crossed paths, but never shoulder-to-shoulder. I stopped talking to hear my heart shatter. But you continued walking: home, towards your life, somewhere I cannot enter. I should really talk to you. My friends grew tired of the drama, my pens stopped puking metaphors. I should really talk to you. AT THAT MOMENT: I…

Him Diaries: Entry #7

The confession? It never happened. Because I can’t seem to find the courage to tell you, right from the start, that there’s something growing within me. But sometimes I think perhaps we can nurture it together, forever. But you know what’s keeping me from bursting it all out? It’s the thought that maybe, while I cry…