•⊱ glimpse ⊰• ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝ It's not that I hadn't lived my life; I had lived it in my childhood years. Because he was there then. He was my life. As I stand at the junction where we first parted ways, I see him. Those same honey-glazed almond eyes, messiest raven hair. He was laughing, a look of pure glee on his face. He was happy. Happy with her. However, he had grown up. I wished I had too. I was still in our world of cherry blossoms. ❞ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ A tale of love, life, and moving on, exploring the realities and dreams one wants to see, or has to... ↦ status: on hiatus