Hope for holding on to the memories of you, not the relationship that we had
Poetic prose of reminiscence and fear that our memories may fade away one day. I don’t have a single picture of you. But the thought of you has not yet…
Poetic prose of reminiscence and fear that our memories may fade away one day. I don’t have a single picture of you. But the thought of you has not yet…
I fell in love with you on a whim. Now, I have to pick myself up and learn from the fall. You and I have talked so much that I…