When I remember her, like truly remember her, a plain gust of yearning sweeps through my heart.
I want to be independent and good on my own, but she really brought so much light into my life. Light that I want to touch again, to be back in. She introduced a hundred new universes into my mind. Maybe a part of me hates to admit that.
I want to practice loving the right people and being good to them. I wanted it to be her. She’s the definition of cool in my eyes. All I want is love that lasts.

















