WistfulWriting
That one person you think of. You smile to yourself as you reminisce the laughter shared, the smiles you saw - the tears you cried for them.
They gave you hope.
Kindness.
Love.
If that somebody was thinking of you - what would they be writing?
I once drew a butterfly in hopes that it would flutter,
A couple holding hands while smiling at their daughter.
But every wish I drew never came true for me,
Maybe it was because I drew the pictures poorly.