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…
Do we really want to be together, or are we just too afraid of solitude? Are we more than just the sum of our parts? Can we love with what…