Someday, someone will hold my hand so gentle— not so tight, someday someone will look directly in my eyes and tell me the words I’ve been waiting to hear. He will bring back the stars in my sky. And the flowers in my garden that had dried. Someday, someone will never let me go. And I’ll be glad to stay with him forever.
ma.c.a // and yet, you weren’t my someone (via vomitingwords)
















