I keep pretending I won't remember who you are, that the sky above is no longer special, nor the earth below, nor the stars that should be but are not.
I can feel your words
.
Great description I was searching for.
You were there. Where were you hiding? Beautiful.
Thanks for the restack, @Stirling S Newberry
I want your voice to be deeper, slower. Slower so each image can really sink into me. Not read as if tossed off as one day's work.
Am I a hopeless romantic? Yes.
Did I read too fast?
Only for me.
I feel it
Just roamed the streets of Paris.for myself. You take me back--in case I never really left.
I can feel your words
.
Great description I was searching for.
You were there. Where were you hiding? Beautiful.
Thanks for the restack, @Stirling S Newberry
I want your voice to be deeper, slower. Slower so each image can really sink into me. Not read as if tossed off as one day's work.
Am I a hopeless romantic? Yes.
Did I read too fast?
Only for me.
I feel it
Just roamed the streets of Paris.for myself. You take me back--in case I never really left.