❤

I miss her, her perfume, she smelled like constellations, rainy mornings and disappointments.

She was made of springs and summers. That’s why when she left all he could feel was coldness.

But flowers need sunlight, They grow, they breathe, they bloom, But take a little of it, or add more of it, And they will die, Maybe you were my sunlight, You were never enough, And always too much.

She dresses like summer and smells like spring, but is cold as winter and collapses as autumn.

And you were her sun, you kept her warm, you made her world shine, you could make her bloom and you did. But the thing is: now you're gone and everything is cold. The thing is: at first, she was broken, she didn't know what to do, you took everything and left her with those snowflakes, the thing is: she wasn't a stupid girl, she knew: If the sun doesn't shine here, it doesn't mean that it won't shine there. And she kept moving, she is moving.. on.

She wanted to ask the stars why they are so beautiful, but little did she know that these stars wanted to ask her the same question.

He reminds her of earthquakes, he always comes back, even after a long time, she learns to live again, she learns to forget the past, and here he is, in front of her, scaring the hell outta her, because what if they are meant to be? what if they have to be together? what if it's a sign? what if they make the biggest mistake leaving each other? what if?  But she knew, earthquakes are meant to destroy things, earthquakes have their reasons of coming back, they have to damage what's not yet ruined, she knew, you can't ask for peace from something that was meant to be a destroyer.