We were young, fooling and madly in love. Until he left... taking my heart with him. Years later, grief brings him back. But I've moved on.... at least that's what I tell myself. He still looks at me like I'm his.... And maybe I still am. Because..... Love never really dies..... it just turns to ashes, waiting for a spark. ❝IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN.... AND WE'RE BOTH NOT OKAY, THEN WE TRY AGAIN❞ ©LAYBIE 2025 - 2026