Some days are easier than others, you know? Sometimes I go days without thinking about you, maybe even weeks. But there are always those days. You know the days I’m talking about. The days where you go out, and bits of pieces of the places you go remind you of that person. Just one memory, one thought of you, sends my world spiraling down into a place I long to keep hidden. Every time I close my...
All good things must end
Warn me when “forever” begins to lose its charm.
You and me, never us; A complicated series of almost interactions.