
Sharp inhalation, and relief as the air hits the back of my lungs.
It’s easy to forget that it’s just a moment, just a fraction of the rest of my life.
My eyes fall instinctively to the ground, it’s easier not to hold your gaze; the words that no one wants to say can be exchanged with a glance,…
It’s not because I love you that I’m reblogging this, it’s because I love the way you write.