When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind.
There’s nothing I hate more than pushing you away with my fucked up attitude.
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I’ll just have to continue feeling this way everyday. Sad.
I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.