Countdown: this is it.
I wore today the same blouse I wore the first time we went out. It's like every hug was tighter and every kiss was better than the last one. I was full with a happiness that came from sadness. Don't ask ,because I can't answer to how that could possibly make sense in any kind or way. I took your blue hoodie covered in your scent. I'm afraid of the moment I will have to wash it and the smell of you would just go away. I almost burst into tears 3 times on my way home. I held it in. It wouldn't seem very normal, a random girl just crying while checking out the street we used to go on when you would walk me home, or that tree that I wanted to hugg so many times but you wouldn't let me.
This is a total failure.
All good things must come to an end.
Damn writting and its powers to bring out the emotion in people.
This post is shit, sorry.
