I think the problem was , I viewed him as the golden hour . That one hour of the day around 6 am that the sun turns everything to gold & it feels as though magic exists because there is no way something so beautiful could be real . but he only viewed me as the sunset always there at the end of the day despite what he did .
I no longer think of him as the golden hour & he no longer think of me at all & its not easy as it once was . but its okay because the golden hour is still my favorite time of morning & one day i know someone will look at me too like i'm magic. "
>>> Emily churchill.
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Random|| • Highest Rank #10 in Random #12 in poetry • || ( Noun : The delusion of things being more beautiful than they are. ) This book is a collection of my favorite quotes, poems & Excerpts. If you love to read you shou...
