I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in it and breathe it in. Thi...
Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.
I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout's honor, pinky promise.I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I'm having, and of course, it is failing to a fault.I'm s...
Honesty is nothing more than a party trick, and you know how much I love to dance.