There are few things as satisfying as decieving someone without telling them any lies.
I am a man more sinned against than sinning
I long to feel your weight upon my leaves once more, my darling, and your cold white skin beneath my roots.
Don't rush the unfolding or you'll tear the paper.
I felt her image inflate to fill the entire inside of my skull, painting my mind like a canvas - as I painted her, so long ago. I'm scared.