→ Jan 2012
I can still smell you on my skin.
- H
→ Jan 2012
Hand holding in the dark. I’m not sure what this is that I feel. Comfort? Attraction? Security in many years of merely just being the best of friends.
I cannot act on this.
- H
→ Jan 2012
That could have been a potentially disastrous, friendship destroying moment. I’m glad I found the strength to say no.
- H
→ Jan 2012
We told ourselves we were adults and could deal with this. But you were the coward who walked away cause you couldn’t find the right person to blame.
- H
→ Dec 2011
Black water rising. And at the end of it all, you were the only one left.
- H
→ Dec 2011 "I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via oncealoyallover)
(via itmightaswellbespring)
