greatestmistake

I'm terrible with words.

Your hand fits in mine
like it's made just for me. ♥

do something right?
nobody remembers.

do something wrong?
nobody forgets.

If these sheets were the states and you were miles away, I'd fold them end over end to bring you closer to me.

I just want to feel pretty.

you meet someone. 
you two get close.
it's all great for a while.
then someone stops trying.
 talk less. awkward conversations.
then drifting.  no communication whatsoever.
memories start to fade.
then that person you know ---
become that person you knew.
that's how it usually goes,


                                       right?