Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
If you saw me on the train
would you look the other way
like strangers do?
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Love is cyclic, I've noticed.
The instant I saw you signalled the spring of our relationship, so fragile when it sprouted from the earth and blossomed into a crush, nurtured with smiles and stolen glances. Summer breezed in, halcyon days filled with sunsets and entwined fingers, and promises you never fulfilled. Then, the fog rolled in and we entered our autumn years, everything wilting and yellowing like old paper. And when winter numbed the ground, the earth slept and waited for another spring.
Meeting people is often likened to crossing paths, but the thing about paths is after they intersect, they only move farther away from each other.
We deserve a soft epilogue. It's time for me to return you to the world.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
She didn't feel anything.
Not the frigid wind that raked her cheeks, nor the sting of tears, just a bitter, bone-deep weariness.
Emilia stood alone next to the hedges in the backyard. A chill permeated the air, and she imagined it spreading a layer of frost on her skin, freezing her expression and icing off her heart.
