"he was your first love wasn't he?"
"Yes. But he was also the smell before rain. The shattered glass, the amber when sunlight hit his eyes. he was the sun on a cloudy day, the summer rain. But most importantly to me, He was home. When all I wanted to do was run from mine. he was everything to me, and now he is everything to someone else."
"How do you know this is true?"
"if someone loves you that much, they reach out. And I doubt that every fiber in his body misses me like I miss him."
- zmh
CZYTASZ
the ruins of me
Poezjai love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
