Today, I decided to start taking care of my flowers after a long time. Because they are not the reason you left. And they don’t deserve to be treated badly just because of that. After some time, i realized that flowers are only a metaphore for people in my life… Those people who never left.
Last time i was happy was when you were mine.
honestly the ideal date would be eating takeout Chinese in our pjs while watching Netflix and you play with my hair
Don’t you think that i don’t want to talk to you. I am only afraid that i would start crying instead of just saying “hello.”