the cold taste of ice cream the subtle breeze coming in through a window the warmth from the sun the sweetness from chocolate her hair blowing in the wind as she's walking to a better place far from here.
love* graceful and delicate but it can go from smiling, caring, and laughing to contemn, despise, and scorn and ends up being bitter and resentful *hate
I was a wreck I don't want to feel like that ever again Being nostalgic All these memories flooding in And yet I am happy with my choice Of not being with you Even though that's not what I wanted But its for the best