letters to my lover.

11 p.m
december 31,2015

there is only ONE hour until a completely new year starts. ONE hour until the ella that was me last year at this exact time, will be gone. i won't be the same person at all. hell, i will still have crushes at little -not so busy- coffee shops down the street, i'll still have days where i can't stop crying, but i'm going to prove that i'm stronger than how i let myself off as.