Please please please come and save me.
There with you is where I should be.
Touch me again and make me shiver,
Feel my heart and how it quivers.
Bring me in, I want you closer.
Push my limits, I won't say no, sir. 

"His hands were warm, pressed against my back, and his breath was soft on my neck.  He held me close, but without a sense of desperation or longing. I wanted, so badly, to show him just how much it meant to me that he cared. How much it meant that he told me that he loved me, even if he didn't mean it. He pulled back and looked down at me, his face blank, as if trying to see into my thoughts.
'Are you alright?' He asked, gently brushing the hair from my face. I nodded and pressed myself back against him. He pushed me away again.
'Love,' he sighed, and shook his head, 'Something has been bothering you. What is it?'
'I'm scared.' I replied, feeling myself begin to tremble. I knew he could feel it too, and willed myself to stop. 
'Of what?' He grabbed my hands and clasped them tightly.



'Of you."

If anyone reads this, ever, that guy that I've been talking about in earlier posts down there? We're going out now. And I couldn't be happier.
Well, maybe I could. Maybe if we didn't live hours away from each other and got to see each other more than once a week? That would be better. I would be a little happier.

I love you a lot, John. And I'm still working up the courage to tell you that. But I think you know already.

I want to show you that it doesn't have to be complicated.
I want to tell you why the world frightens me.
He's the reason, but you don't know him,
So how could I possibly explain?
I want your help, so badly,
But I don't want you to have to help me.
I just want the bad things to go away.
And then you wouldn't have to be my shoulder to cry on.
I want to show you that we could work.
We could make it work.
Please let me show you.

I do have scars, John.
And I'm glad you care.

Thank you for saying that you will be there for me if I need to talk.
I believe you mean that.

I hate saying good-bye to you, even though I'm secure in the knowledge that I'll talk to you again tomorrow.

Please let this remain a daily occasion, because I've never wanted to talk to anyone as much as I want to talk to you.

Your new biggest fan ~ Olive

This is a really fantastic picture of my brother. I think he'd probably be mad
if he saw that I'd stolen it for my blog, but I just loved it so much and figured
everyone should see it.

Someone cut some trees down
Just to open up the sky,
And now I see your old front door
Just by standing here at mine.

And, if we felt like it,
We could have run a string
Right from my widow to your window,
And sent some funny things.

But, a year ago, you left us,
Which I'm sure you don't regret.
Now I don't have my best friend,
And, just a door, I'm left.

Remember when you'd walk to my bus stop
When the mornings got too dark?
You told me that the dog scared you,
But to you I was a spark.

My biggest fear, every day,
Was to find you weren't there,
Waiting in the din of Christmas lights,
And fussing with your hair.

But now that corner's empty,
(Or it might as well be)
Cause there's no one there to light that dark,
No one there for me.

I miss you like crazy,
As I've said a million times,
And I can't wait to see you back
In this broken world of mine.