You won’t read this, I know. This is the last personal post of this blog. One of the few. I’m broken, truly broken. I missed you. I still do. I’m here, alone. I stand here alone. Or don’t stand at all. You left me alone, a alone I’m to face my problems. I always loved you, and always will. But I’m broken, and you won’t read this.
flowerswishes ha chiesto: I'm sorry if it's obvious
flowerswishes ha chiesto: love you
here-for-you-love ha chiesto: books are very nice :D
wingingwildly ha chiesto: "The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is not a weeping willow." - Kahil Gibran