Love is somewhere between believing and feeling. Ahha, i will remember you, my love! i will always remember you from where the memory start to fade from view. i call to it still knowing i can't go back, but hoping the feelings will. you are just a memory my love 💛
Hello my home. hello my heart. hello my candle light. hello my sugar. hello my butterfly. i find you empty, alone, you have painted your wound into an art. are you okay?