madisonashton23
i was eleven years old. the new house smelled like chocolate ship cookies. it was approximately twelve degrees outside. i peered out my bedroom window and looked directly upwards to see a long, miraculous icicle. it was charming. ten years later. approximately three degrees warmer. i looked outside to discover the same icicle. as if my childhood has reappeared.
two people. one love. a combination of loneliness.