I never found that I liked metaphors very much. Barnegat did. Every sentence he pronounced there was a metaphor somewhere in it. I liked him for it. I liked listening to him talk. but I could never speak like him. I could never "steal his thunder". I think he liked me for that.
I don't know where I'm going without him. or where I'll be. or how I'm going to get anywhere. I don't know where I am right now. I've lost everything. the only thing that gets me up in the morning is my cereal, and I'm getting tired of that too. why did you leave Barnegat?
I miss you. I hate waking up in the mornings alone. I still claw the bedsheets for you. I look for you in everything. but I know you're not here anymore and you're never coming back. what was wrong? why did you...kill yourself?
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barneget and berkeley
RomantikI wrote this before Edmund & Eve actually..both began in a notebook. I personally like this story better but its mainly up to you. I like it better because it is real, tragic, and honest. its a sad love story between two lovers who are male basicall...
