I'm trying to write a poem, and it's not turning out the way I want to. I'm writing about running away and asking someone to come with me. The words just aren't coming out right.
I've felt weird since I read that book. Like I belong somewhere else. I just can't shake that feeling of incompleteness that's been following me around. It's like, it wasn't an option for Beatrice to be with Jonah. It was a neccesity. I have to know that someday they find each other again before I can ever sleep at night. Geez, now I wish I hadn't read the book.