May 11
The wind blows through my hair.. it's like kissing me in a hot but also cold summer nights. Maybe it's started to get cold on a summer because it's getting late at night. Or maybe it's just cold cause that's how you treated me, right?
I think it was one of those days where I think of you, but who am I really kidding because I always think of you. You're like a hobby, a habit, a routine. That no matter what I do, where I go, I always bring you.
Maybe in this cold summer nights I'll be over you, but how can I be over someone when there was never even an us to go through?
