Nov 2019
Blue skies light the night, it's the morning.
At my room, will be snoozing soon.
So do you still hate me that much, love?
It will only get things worse if I stayed.
At my room, will be snoozing soon.
So do you still hate me that much, love?
It will only get things worse if I stayed.
November 30, 2019 - 05:40
“Maybe someday when we meet again, you will thank me for letting you go. Maybe soon, I will thank myself for following what my heart wanted me to do. I never saved myself alone. I saved us —separately.”
“Maybe someday when we meet again, you will thank me for letting you go. Maybe soon, I will thank myself for following what my heart wanted me to do. I never saved myself alone. I saved us —separately.”
