I fell in love with the wrong guy...again. But this time seems worse, his broken and that isn't the problem because I know how to handle broken. I know how to mend someone who's lost a few pieces along the way. I know how to deal with cold and closed off people. I know the difference between a facade and someone real...
Trembling. I look down to my lap and see them trembling feebly. My hands shake without my control. Control. The word feels surreal, recently I haven't had much control. Control is non existent. But the trembling never stops. Trembling.
❝A story of longing for something long gone. . . like the time when you were there.❞