I too this from sasha_dragon and it had me thinking as usual.




Call me insane, but I feel this one describes how I feel about a person I lost, is like I still wake up thinking I'd call and make him laugh, or get to smell his parfum and make fun of it, or see the scar on his chest, or eat bread with the idiot and his family and then...

then I realize there's nothing to be done, he's gone and will never be back no matter what I want or trade.

I still have his last letter, and the guilt of the fucking phone call I didn't take.

sometimes I wish crossroad demons were real.