| rose ( @ 2008-03-27 22:15:00 |
it always happens, half a year later or so, suddenly i find myself reeling from the heartache that comes with your absence. i spend months ignoring it, or drowning it,
and now here i am, watching perfect sunsets in midair from a plane window, shaking from the memories of the way i loved you.
and now here i am, watching perfect sunsets in midair from a plane window, shaking from the memories of the way i loved you.