Living inside a book. ღ

It's the end of the chapter, but it's not the end of the book.ღ

P. S. I still love you

I love it when you talk about your favorite songs. You have great taste in music.

I love the feeling whenever you sit beside me. The quietness. I can hear my heart beating.

I love every single moment that I have with you. Praying that it’ll be forever.

And even if I’m really hurt right now. I will always love these memories that we had though we’re not together.

Because I still love you. I really do.


Some things are better left buried and forgotten



I can tell you exactly when I fell in love.
The exact place.
The exact minute.

It was 2nd week of September, Wednesday.

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