I look at the fire because it is so beautiful. Crackling at me while I wish I had someone at my side, to hold my hand, and whisper sweet secrets in my ear, and to hear them laugh when I tell them my fears, while roasting marshmallows and drinking tea.
I wish I had that someone.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
I look at the fire because it is so beautiful. Crackling at me while I wish I had someone at my side, to hold my hand, and whisper sweet secrets in my ear, and to hear them laugh when I tell them my fears, while roasting marshmallows and drinking tea.
I wish I had that someone.
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