December 2010
3 posts
There’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
You see my days are cold without you, but I’m hurting when I’m with you. And though my heart can’t take no more I keep on running back to you.