him

he who dares not touch the thorns shall never have the rose.

Before We Were Lost | ✓

when we were alone, either in his apartment or mine, he would just whisper my name for the sheer pleasure of saying it. "monty?" "yes?" "we'll survive this, won't we?" "together, we can do anything," i lied. "we made the right choice, didn't we? choosing each other?" "of course we did," i lied again. in hindsight, we...