the last few entries.
skeletons.
“have you ever been in love?”
“once.”
“was it everything love is supposed to be?”
“nothing was right.except summer. but him and i were a complete mess, constantly searching for answers. it was beautifully wrong.”
bright rays of sun peek through my memories highlighting your porcelain features.
your nothing more than an image in my teary eyes. i swear to god i can see my past unraveling right in front of me. such a beautiful light you are. giving me hope. life is nothing but constant ideas of events we havent had running into one heart.
fingers dancing over moonlit skin tracing the pattern of a body goose bumps and sensitive touches.tangles in my hair moving curls away from bright eyes, lacing bodies into one another fitting perfectly into warm skin.