Saturday
Taylor tried to come over earlier. For some reason my sadness came over me again and I refused to see him. He left me a gift that was supposed to be for my birthday, which is in exactly 4 days. I still haven't opened it, and I'm not sure if I want to.
On the other hand, I was looking through my old photographs from about a year or so ago. Jesus are they old. There was one in particular that I have pinned to my bulletin board; of Tay and I. I still remember that day. He had taken me down to LA, where for some odd reason there was a festival called "Strawberry Festival" going on. After hours of baking in the sun we headed to the hotel, were then the photo was taken. I still don't exactly know what perplexed me - or us - to take it, but it just happened. Out of all the photos, that one is my favorite.
A few tears ran when I came eye-to-eye with it. Only did I know that a couple months later I would be looking back at it with tears.
Why did I pin it to my bulletin board? No clue. I guess it's just a reminder of all the good times I had with him, or maybe I just need to see something good while going through the bad.
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new moon → t. caniff
Fanfiction"he kissed my lips with a burning desire and walked away while my heart turned into ashes"
