The headlights of passing cars shine light on my wall, then fade to shadows. I think of all those people driving by, not knowing their life, and them not knowing mine. And, somehow, that reminds me of you and the sobs escape again.
YOU ARE READING
ｗｉｔｈ ｌｏｖｅ，
RomanceThere are two kinds of people in this world. Those that are in love, and those that are brokenhearted. I think most of us wish to be those in love. ----- ☪ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ wᴏʀᴋs.
