Thoroughfare

ramblings and musings of a transient soul
joannelcim:

Your lack of obsession with books makes you extremely unattractive…

joannelcim:

Your lack of obsession with books makes you extremely unattractive…

She’s crying, but she doesn’t make a sound; she doesn’t tell anyone.
She wears the biggest smile; walks around with a shattered heart.

Think about this for a moment. 
This is profound.

Think about this for a moment.
This is profound.

"Let’s hang out", says the Moon to Sun.
“Later”, he smiled.
She woke up.
He was gone.

I wish I could swallow my pride and just tell you that I miss you. If only I could describe why I crave your presence so badly, because frankly said we’re strangers. I’ve never got to know your favorite song or how you laugh when no one’s watching, what you do when it’s raining outside. I’ve never got to know you. You, the first person that made my heart explode, the person who saved my day several times just by smiling at me. I really wished that I could write a story about how we met, how we first hated each other but then found out that we’ve got the same humor, how our first date was awkwardly beautiful, how the world caught on fire during our first kiss and how I didn’t care about it because your lips on mine were the release from every struggle I’ve been through in my entire life, how you told me you loved me and I told you I loved you back. I wished there was a story, a story worth to be written about. But every single memory of us takes place in my miserably hopeless mind. There’s no story of us. There’s no us. It’s just me, regretting I’ve never got to know you. Just me, missing a thought of you. Just me, falling for a stranger