b,
everything is over, but i'll keep writing these, always.
remember how we used to slip cutesy, short notes into each other's lockers, mailboxes, bookbags? it makes me smile, almost.
almost, because i don't know if i can anymore.
so instead, i'll keep writing these, over and over and over again, until every goddamn memory is imprinted on my brain 'cause i won't forget you. i can't.
i miss you.
i'm sorry. i'm sorry i wasn't strong enough to rescue you, i'm sorry it had to be this way.
most of all, i'm sorry you'll never get your happily ever after.
but i don't think i'll ever be ready to let you go.
and i don't know if i want to be.
- t
ESTÁS LEYENDO
paper cuts
Historia Cortabecause he was tate brennan and he was falling, falling, falling. because she was bay catlan and she was forever gone, gone, gone.