It may not surprise you to know that I love the words more than the images. I want to dip into his mind. I want the words to spill out uninhibited. I want truth and love. I want to find something to hold on to.
I have been obsessing over the image of him as I wait for the words, though. His face stays in my mind. There is not a part of me that doesn’t want every part of him.
But words. I want all of them. The sweet, the funny, the mean, the ones that will bring me to my knees. That is where I want to be.
Lisa Gray 