chou

Those

Deep

Rumbly

Harsh Voices

Remind me of the poet

My First French Lover

So Serious

So Catholic

So Lovely

I know

Why

We don’t speak

Anymore (its ok)

Makes what we Had

So much

More

Romatique.

(but I know you still think about me)

it was lovely what we had. i don't question good fortune. i'm just trying to enjoy it, again, in my mind. i hope you are happy (or not, if that's how you want to be).