i wish i can say we had an extraordinary love, but that would be a lie. we had a relationship other people were jealous of, of course, but it was nothing extraordinary. you held my hand, you kissed me, and you would say 'i love you' and other people were jealous they didnt have that. now that im writing this down i realize the only extraordinary thing about our love was you, which was probably the reason you werent so hesitant to leave me that january day.
YOU ARE READING
a book I'll never write
Разноеits like those "excerpt from a book ill never write" things you see on tumblr or instagram, but my version i guess ((: also, if you would be kind enough please read my poetry book "chaos" & my other poetry type of thing "boys no one ever wrotes abou...
