Thank you for not returning my calls 

A good girl with bad habits. Finding it soothing to be unconfined but the fear of losing ones mind repeats itself. I have the tendancy of haunting myself with the memories I adore the most. This is what happens when we chase love like the ghost that it is.

I was so afraid of losing my softness that I finally did; still, waves of my hair crashing on your face made us both feel less alone. Feeling your fingers fishing around each folical in circular motions, hoping to feel satisfied that you’d caught something upon it, even if it was too small to feel. 

But I will always try to ruin the landscape. The world is not romantic. I could only offer you to share the rain with me. You must have known you were doing the right thing. 

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