75 // an excerpt from a book I’ll never write
Loving you was throwing myself into the heart of a hurricane. I tried to reach out for your hand and I screamed your name until my heart shattered but you never heard me and you let me get consumed by the raging storm, and when it all was said and done I was picking up pieces of myself but you never again asked how I was doing.
Sanna Eriksson
Cool bild! :D
Linnea
Åh fint skrivet!