"Do you think you'll ever be able to love me like you loved her?"
"...I don't know."
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
ashes and sunflowers
Thơ Cawords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
second best
"Do you think you'll ever be able to love me like you loved her?"
"...I don't know."
