I remember the days when I reblogged it constantly, my heart was burning, I had my mind full of you, my body so excited to see you again. I wanted to know you more, I wanted to study every inch of you and discover what made you what you are. I wanted to know about your passions, your favourite songs, your favourite places and the places where you’ve been, looking at you with flames in my eyes. Looking at your veins, your hair and big brown eyes. I wanted to feel your love, feel you so close.
But now that I’ve seen you everyday since that 15th of September, I just realise you’re so empty, and cold as I thought you were. You have nothing in you: no passions, no favourite songs, no warm heart and no love to give. And I’ve been trying so hard to find out what you really are, to make you love me, just a bit. What a waste of time, I’m sorry.
Io che nel 2014 ero incazzata nera e facevo bene benissimo⬆️
