"Are you okay?"
No. I crave the warmth of a love that never was, the touch of hands that were never meant to hold mine, and the sound of a voice that I’ll never hear again, all while pretending that the ache in my chest is something I can survive.
"Are you okay?"
No. I crave the warmth of a love that never was, the touch of hands that were never meant to hold mine, and the sound of a voice that I’ll never hear again, all while pretending that the ache in my chest is something I can survive.