lately i’ve been thinking about us: our defiance in the face of age, our unshakable pride, our aching rage. i’ve been remembering that good friday: the battle of laughter, and the water droplets that clung to your hair and caught the light like a halo. we ran through the woods, and after i fell, you carried me home. that midnight party has been echoing in my dreams. we stood on the balcony and over the breaking waves, we showed each other the truth of our wounded hearts— and i refused to dance with you. the words that ended us have been haunting my mind. you told me that you stood on the mountain, overlooking the valley of our shared summers, and you saw God— and he asked of you the unthinkable, the terrible. He said: ‘break her heart.’ and like a sinner, like a girl betrayed, i couldn’t forgive you.
when an angel fell for a girl // j. c. (via lovrosie)
