Katrineholm — I’m sitting on the old balcony, underneath the honeysuckle I planted a couple of months ago. The heavy fragrance is in my nostrils. I’ve moved since last time I wrote here, back to my hometown. No one...
I won't say goodbye
A letter to an EX
Time kills; treasure every moment.
Why I go tonight for this kiss
People love taking pictures of the sunset. Maybe only when something is ending do we appreciate how beautiful it was. Maybe that is why breaking up hurts so much.