You were the one universe that I could only ever find once, but destiny didn't line up our stars to be perfect.
Your fingertips brushed the thousands of bright lights that floated on my lonely vastness, strung my pieces and made sense of it.
You knew the patterns of my constellations, like the back of your hand. You read me effortlessly.
You understood me, yet we were not meant to be.
You could've been it, Max, could've been it.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PuisiThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
