Apr 16, 2012
“Please don’t tell me that I’m dreaming, when all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you.”
I could easily classify every summer I’ve had as a dream, except for one. Because simply, dreams stay vaulted away in the deepest part of your memory. You don’t miss dreams. Although they brought you smiles at one point, you don’t care to relive them.
But it would be a lie to say the glowing chocolate eyes and flawlessly crooked smile I called Alexander William Gaskarth didn’t plague my every thought after that one fateful season.
And as they say; you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
SEQUEL: Lose Track Of Reason To Believe In Nothing
"Say 'I don't mind you under my skin, I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.'"