You Will Always Be My Biggest ‘What If’
It pains me to admit that someday, our time will be a pressed flower petal in the pages of memory.
It pains me to admit that someday, our time will be a pressed flower petal in the pages of memory.
Two syllables barely do you justice. Even if you stagger under the weight of the world, you have angel wings you still cannot see.
“I wish for you,” I breathe out softly. The sound is almost inaudible over the cars speeding past above us, zooming to their destinations, telling me that our time is ticking away.
“I love you,” you breathe into the shell of my ear.