Dearborn (Woodland Creek)

I feel his emotions in living color. As if they are my own. If he's angry, I rage with him. If he's grieving, I do too. When he thinks about the past, I'm right there, walking beside him. I am the window to his soul, and yet, in spite of that, he's a riddle with no solution. A puzzle with too many missing pieces. We always want what we can't have. All I wanted was some peace and quiet. To fall in love with someone untouched by the magic of Woodland Creek. I craved normalcy. But not as much ...