I always think about you, about the time I will meet you, about the moment I will see you, about the sight I will get from you, about the flame you spark in me, about the changes I will accept in me, about the real heart you will plant in me, and about the time you spent waiting for me.
I am thankful to you, for everything you endure waiting for me, for everything you went through it to find me, for every tear you cried waiting for me, for all the care you expected to get from me.
And I am sorry for you, for all the pain of being without me, for the times you put light for me all the way in the dark to find you, for all the perfume you spread to seduce me.
I am sorry because I am used to live my life without you and I learnt how to be happy far of you. It is no use of making it easy to find you because I decided to live without you.
YOU ARE READING
Feather and pink ink
Teen Fictionmy sincere apologies these were my first essays and writing, and I didn't edit or correct any mistake for myself when I read it again I can humble and understand the greatness always hides struggles and hide rookie startings
