tarty1987
I miss him. My heart is heavy and hollow. I feel empty, broken and lost. Very lost. How do you escape this prison of sorrow and loneliness? How I miss his smell, his welcoming grin, how I long for one more late night stroll on the beach, ju…
The sun feels warm on my face, soft on my skin. The grass tickling my fingers as I skim their tips. The earth cold to my back as I lay on its surface. I hear the birdsong so late in the afternoon and the whispers on the river not far from m…