"People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You were a raging forest fire, burning me relentlessly. Now I'm just a vast wasteland of scorched land with ashes and burned down trees covering me."
"People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires. You were a raging forest fire, burning me relentlessly. Now I'm just a vast wasteland of scorched land with ashes and burned down trees covering me."
A friend asked me if I still miss her, and I stopped for a second and hundreds of memories played back in my head. "I think, part of me will always miss her" I said, "and it still hurts you know? After all this time, it still hurts. I guess it always will."