It's always a flat white coffee with one sugar.

a collection of poems

i needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

nothing changed - until something did. / "i never thought i would let go of you. and i was right, i didn't." [ hurt/comfort ]