The Day You Said Your Last Goodbye
I craved his existence like the last cigarette in my pack. I wanted to savor it for as long as I possibly could, because I knew it would eventually be an empty box.
I craved his existence like the last cigarette in my pack. I wanted to savor it for as long as I possibly could, because I knew it would eventually be an empty box.
In the mind of this overthinker, you will find mountains made out of mole hills and rivers made from everyone’s broken promise that I held close.