Maybe I loved you, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I love you, maybe I don’t. Our memories bear teardrops that plunge into my concurring smile. Our short lived affinity, whatever it was, lurks behind me like a shadow. Attached to me, but nevertheless, a stranger that only appears when everything in the world is bright.
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
Maybe I loved you, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I love you, maybe I don’t. Our memories bear teardrops that plunge into my concurring smile. Our short lived affinity, whatever it was, lurks behind me like a shadow. Attached to me, but nevertheless, a stranger that only appears when everything in the world is bright.
