you might not believe me when I say, ‘I love you.’
Though I wish you would.
It’s kind of frightening, taking the ‘devil may cry’ stance of a hopeless romantic.
But I’ve got issues that go beyond the question of why Tarot VI exists.
More like a case of classic Tarot XIII.
fill my doubble cupp
A year later, and much of my pain will disappear. I just need to make it to the end of the winter solstice.
But no one ever really dies, do they?