June 2011
May 2011
I see sparks fly,
I hate that I can’t talk to you. I absolutely hate it. I didn’t leave you, you pushed me out. I ran away, because i was hoping that you’d chase after me. I was wrong. When i lost you, i lost all the memories, the conversations, the laughter, the cries, the kisses, the hugs, and most importantly, myself. I may regret how we ended, but i will never regret what we had. She’s...
A mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.
What I think will happen every time I step on an...
You know it's going to be a great story when it...
