I have paper cuts, that spell out the wedding vows, you forgot to make. I have paper cuts, that tell me to wait, sleep, hope. I am impatient. I have paper cuts, that feel like your warm embrace. I can’t stop reading. I have paper cuts, that tell a sad love story, but I cannot…

A path that was etched in my soul, long ago, is followed again, your hand in mine, bound for bliss, sailing past snow covered peaks, I am quiet, but content. The snow has fallen in love with us, surrounding us wherever we go, framing our faces, and the places we choose to while away our…

I was the last girl. The earth burned, and so did I. You were so gentle.