Tonight I remembered how alone you made me feel that day. It wasn’t a sudden thing—the emptiness had built for months, but I chose that afternoon to burst. I cried for hours. It was the 5th of July, an appropriate day for leftover explosions. #
Tonight I remembered how alone you made me feel that day. It wasn’t a sudden thing—the emptiness had built for months, but I chose that afternoon to burst. I cried for hours. It was the 5th of July, an appropriate day for leftover explosions. #