siirricky
I felt incomplete. The thought of being without her made me sick. But yet I wanted to run away. So many feelings yet, I feel nothing.
I was strung out on love songs and champagne. Intoxicated by your scent. Enthralled in your beauty. I am yours.
She had my heart sleeved and tucked away on her shelf. I was her favorite book. My pages were filled with the stories of our endless love.