He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
the ordering of objects couldn’t hide what’s missing.
... love is not these belongings that surround you,
though there’s meaning in the memories they hold.
all throughout history, the loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth, the ones who made a difference by withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now.. should I take that risk or just smile?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map