“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”
“No. You mean this is how it goes.”
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
“There were so many fewer questions when stars were just the holes to heaven.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map