Graham Russell and I werent made for one another. I was driven by emotion; he was apathetic. I dreamed while he lived in nightmares. I cried when he had no tears to shed. Despite his frozen heart and my readiness to run, we sometimes shared seconds. Seconds when our eyes locked and we saw each others secrets. Seconds when his lips tasted my fears, and I breathed in his pains. Seconds when we both imagined what it would be like to love one another. Those seconds left us floating, but when reality knocked us sideways, gravity forced us to descend. Graham Russell wasnt a man who knew how to love, and I wasnt a woman who knew how to either. Yet if I had the chance to fall again, Id fall with him forever. Even if we were destined to crash against solid ground.
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