A boy on the train ran his fingers through his hair in the same way you used to. It was nice to remember... and then it wasn't.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
A boy on the train ran his fingers through his hair in the same way you used to. It was nice to remember... and then it wasn't.
Why the **** do i still find pieces of you in the smallest of things?
