I'm surrounded by ash. It's all around me, laying still on the grass, sometimes disturbed by a rush of rebellious wind. Ashes of a relationship that made me. Does it make it my ashes too?
Will I ever miss anyone as I had done him? As I missed him in London, As I missed him under my covers at night, As I missed his voice, whispering "I love you, only you, princess." Will anyone ever tell me "You're perfect" and mean it like he did?
I am trying to love. His words touch me almost like my Angel's. One day I will love him like I did Him. And that day I'll be liberated. And happy.
IN OTHER NEWS:GREENFIELD THIS SUMMER/ TATTOO COMING UP/ ZURICH 29th May/ BIRTHDAY 30th May