That dance that we were doing was not going to last the eternity.
We met because we belonged in each other's memories.
We are never meant to be, Max.
You belong to another; I belong to another.
This dance is not our last; Our last will not be with each other.
YOU ARE READING
Roses and Candles
PoesíaThe 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...
