GiftedGrace
Its raining snow again-You know, whenever the weather gets like this, all I think about is you.
Yet, as I moved on forward, with every step, I could feel something breaking. The crunching and almost non-existent cracking noise, beneath my feet. Everyday, haunting me in my sleep.
But, even so. I will force my legs, to run to you.
Because, somehow,
I believe that I will still see you.
((Collection of letters from love sicked people and to broken ones, finding what's true beyond the aching pain.))