I'm just a silver-tongued lover of imperfection.
I loved her so much. After all these years of silence and all these miles apart, I still love her. To this day, I have not loved anyone the same way. I have loved. I have known friendship. But I don't think I'll ever know a love like hers again. And that's okay. My dear ghost, I know you're out there with your whole, healed heart. I know you'll never read this. I know you don't even know what this website it. But I want you to know that I still tremble when I write about you.
Written By: Haleistorm
March 28, 2017