âI try to picture us, sometimes, when I let that tiny part of my heart out - the one that still clings to you. Itâs silly, but when my self preservation is weak at 3 in the morning, I imagine you and me. I picture us on that road trip we never got around doing; car top down, wind on our flushed faces, my hand stroking the back of your neck, the endless turquoise sea flashing in a whirl against us. I picture us as young as we were, so convinced of all our love, we could beat anything with it. There would be no questioning that you want me, and Iâd be a little braver and you a little kinder, always soft for me, always honest and somehow, my love, in these little tales I spin inside my head, nothing ever made you leave.â
â but fairy tales donât exist in real life // Genefe Navilon
















