It was Train Wreck that made us. And Train Wreck finished us too. But a lot happened in between.
The first number I wrote was Stardust, that song was the beginning.
It all started the day Collins gave me the journal.|
“Write what you know,” he said.
Trust a bloody teacher to come up with a cliché.
But, I did what he said.
Wrote about watching Jess.
Because, that’s what I did then,
Watched her, yearningly, thirsting.
Jess, with eyes the green brown of a bush stream.
Hair flowing and curving softly.
A sort of peanut butter and dark honey colour.
Her hand touches her lips.
A stray strand of hair,
Gets tucked behind her ear.
I imagine her touching me in that slow way.
Feel her fingers in my hair.
Her palm on my cheek.
In my mind, I reach out and touch her, and she touches me back.
I feel her fingernails run down my chest.
But, she never saw me, I was invisible to her.
Stardust is the first book in the Train Wreck, coming of age romance series.