Maybe it was more platonic than anything. Maybe I was in love with the idea of you.
Truth still lies, there's nobody else like you.
YOU ARE READING
Writing to breath
PoesiaI live vicariously through writing. I share myself in pages. I'm a word wonder. Soup for the soul. This is a space to write about what I feel and hopefully everyone can relate to a certain degree. I started this on Instagram, but here I'll accept r...
