you're
a thing of
my past
you're long gone from
my memories
we havent spoken in so
long
i just figured you were officialy gone and
i was
officialy over you
so then why did
it kill me
when isawyouwithher?
Everyone's life is a
story. A book that writes
itself. And I've read enough books to
realize
that not all stories are
love stories. Maybe I
don't get the love story. Maybe
I get a book
full of crazy characters and constant adventure.
Maybe my ending is she lived happily after.
Maybe I never get the they. Maybe just having
a story should be enough→ ♥
;
We
were at camp and our counsler was speaking french. fiana knows how
to speak french so we asked her what our conseler was saying. fiana
said that our counsler was speaking english. Then we said "but
fiana, we speak english." Then she said:
"We don't speak english, we speak american"
So the other day, I opened up my
fortune
cookie, "Today is the day you
let it go. Your chance will
come"
w r o n g,
fortune
cookie. As
much as I try, I can't let go yet<|3