It's not his love that was in
question, it was her own.
It became clear to her while
sitting on the edge of her bed.
She watched him in his sleep
and a tear fell from her cheek...
She no longer questioned herself.
~Y. Butterfly εїз ©
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
It's not his love that was in
question, it was her own.
It became clear to her while
sitting on the edge of her bed.
She watched him in his sleep
and a tear fell from her cheek...
She no longer questioned herself.
~Y. Butterfly εїз ©
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