Idle Reveries
They were more than friends, but less than lovers.
❝ my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations. but you, hazel grace, you’re a supernova. ❞ // based on john green’s “the fault in our stars”
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...