This Is How It Feels To Love Someone With Your Gut
You lock eyes for the first time and smile, but not in a love-at-first-sight way. You don’t swoon or sigh or put your life on hold to stand by the stranger.
You lock eyes for the first time and smile, but not in a love-at-first-sight way. You don’t swoon or sigh or put your life on hold to stand by the stranger.
I don’t want to start with an apology, but I feel like I should.
I don’t want to start with an apology, but I feel like I should.
The door was open, but she swung it much wider when she stumbled in.
Fire under my feet. Every callous whimpers, tortured by the white sand.