Lisa Desrochers

I love getting lost on purpose

I really miss us, Trent._ I swallow. __ miss how I could tell you everything and how I knew you__ never judge me. I miss how safe I used to feel when you held me. I miss that you knew me better than I knew myself. I miss my best friend so much,_ I add, as a tear rolls over my lashes. __hat we did stole him from me. I want him back.

I__ fairly certain I__ having my first truly religious experience, and it__ probably a very bad thing that it__ happening in a church, but it__ over a sculpture. Mental note: Add idol worship to your list for confession.

You never seem to run out of ways to blow my mind, Lexie. You__e my best friend, and you__e the one woman I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. Do you know how lucky that makes me?

I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. I miss knowing he__l always be mine__hat no one will ever know me like he does. I miss his lips and his hands. I miss his heart and his soul. I miss every part of him.I feel so empty.Can a person die of emptiness?

But his eyes say what he can__. I see it, clear as day, even if she doesn__. He__ give up his wings for her. All she__ have to do is ask.

Sii la mia schiava d__more,_ I purr.Her expression is guarded. __hat did you say?__n amused smile pulls at my lips. ____l never tell._ Somehow, I don__ think she__ agree to be my love slave anyway.

Gabriel.This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.