and it saddens me, the way our conversations faded slowly..
it was a slow painful death at the end of my favourite book
the last episode of my favourite TV show and the last bite of my favourite desert
I knew it was coming, not a thing lasts forever...
But it still broke my heart,
Now we're just strangers again.
AN:
I wonder what you'd do if I reintroduced myself to you.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Şiir"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
