Monday, August 25, 2014

The End of Summer:

I fell in love with her innocence. With the way she could sit so beautifully still and hurt. I suffered watching her suffer, but I couldn't look away. My soul aged a million years that summer. In the end, I hurt far worse than she ever did. She didn't need me and I needed her.
    -Snippet from a Story I'll Never Finish

No comments:

Post a Comment