“No, I don’t miss you… Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night…”
― Those Imperfect Strokes
blue sun

“No, I don’t miss you… Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night…”
― Those Imperfect Strokes