There is a love in this story. Even in its most tragic end. There is love in this story
How?
Where?
Here: here in me telling it to you, in spite of everything. Because of everything.
No salvation and no turning of the tide. That's not the point. We were here. Oh so briefly. But we were here, we tried. Do you know what I mean?
YOU ARE READING
The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl
