I search you in my status viewers. I wonder how would life had been, If I didnot have a long term break up story to describe to people. Would I still be believing that butterflies in stomach is a thing? Or forehead kisses connect souls ? Would I accept you today if at all? I guess I would. Just to see how my broken self feels having its crusher back again. We would fall apart again though.Worth the try may be? Ugh. 10 goddamn years and I still write about you. You scoundrel.
When no one's around. You gifted it to me after all. Promising me, the world? Ah! Amidst my internal battles, To whether hate or miss you, I read that book. Behind the lines of , "Letters to my Daughter", I feel you, Papa.