Sometimes i catch myself connecting memories with seasons.
Standing in the rain. Kissing while its storming outside. Holding hands in the warm sun. Wearing a top in the snow just to get your sweater.
You should know how much thats worth to me. Know what that means.
I knowww not much as well but progress guys! That one was about my first love tbh lol
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Just Poetry
Storie breviHeyy my name is Julie and i really like to read and write poetry, this story is just short and i write down stuff that goes through my head sometimes. It might be disturbing for some people so tske care of yourself. And no matter what you read, dont...
