You won’t be wondering what could’ve happened or how you could’ve handled the situation because you’ve already got it out of your system.
Just a girl with coffee flowing through her veins.
All I want is a cup of coffee with you. With our hands intertwined, gripping paper cups which probably have our names spelled wrong, strolling through the streets and breathing in the fresh air.
I’m thankful that it took his lack of interest (it’s not as bad as it sounds) for me to know what I deserve.
You can’t love someone into loving you.
Poetry is everywhere. It’s in the air we breathe, it’s in the rustling of the trees, it’s in streets of a city, and it’s in every corner of the universe…
I remember each time he’d take my picture when I wasn’t looking. I remember him spoiling me with things I sometimes didn’t deserve
The question is whether to be conservative or go for the kill. No pressure. Well, it depends on the situation really.
I miss you when I see your name appear on my screen. A simple text from you goes a long way.