raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in another century. I can’t touch her. I can’t taste her. I can’t press my face to her neck or whisper in her ear or feel her heat against mine. So I write. I
raininjuarez: She’s a thousand miles away, a galaxy away. She may as well live in another century. I can’t touch her. I can’t taste her. I can’t press my face to her neck or whisper in her ear or feel her heat against mine. So I write. I
