August 2011
2 posts
It’s past three am, and I have a final tomorrow, but I feel like writing about you. You know, it didn’t surprise me that you actually never loved me at all. What do we know about love anyway? We talked about this for ages, and we just couldn’t figure it out. I wish things were different, I wish we knew what love is, and I wish that was what we felt for each other. But it’s...
