May 8, 2016
6 months down the line you’re at the crossroad when you see her. She walks across the road bobbing her head to a song you can’t hear and you begin to wonder what she sings in the shower these days. She opens her eyes wider and gives you a small grin, she doesn’t look so childish anymore. When she walks past, you can’t help but turn and watch. You begin to wonder who listens to her talk about the stars at night, or who carries her home when she’s drunk. 6 months ago she told you that she loved you. Today you almost say it back.
Excerpts of a book I’ll never write (via vodka-concept)
