dear wren,
when you arrived yesterday, i was very nervous.
but you just sat down on my bed with a smile and gathered me into a hug.
again with your hugs. they are so freaking beautiful and majestic.
you apologized and said you didn't want to lose me and that you would never waste my time left again.
i appreciate that.
wren, i'm starting to really really love you.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
