narutofan89

    I should have been honest when I felt things wouldn't work between us after all these years. I catch myself browsing for you, dear person; looking for Christmas gifts or when your birthday is coming soon. Dear person, dear person. I pick up candles to smell them, or I look at lotions or figurines. My dear person would like these, but they are no longer my dear person. I always think and dream of my dear person. Mistakes happen, my dear person. I could never hate my dear person. I think back to my childhood and think of you, dear person. I just needed space, dear person. We've both moved our separate ways, leaving footprints in the sand of