Summertime. Tis OUR season. Was OUR season. Is still OUR season.
Summertime. (Sadness)
Summertime. Tis OUR season. Was OUR season. Is still OUR season.
To stand next to you is torture.
To look into your eyes is agony.
To feel your embrace is to rip apart my soul
Love is cruel and unusual punishment.
And I savor every last drop of the pain
“I didn’t find the perfect moment, because I think today was about just having today. And I think we are one of those couples with a long story when people ask how we found each other. I will see her every now and then, and maybe one year, she’ll be with somebody, and the next year, I’ll be with somebody and it’s gonna take a long time. And then it’s perfect. I’m in no rush”
It’s almost sublime and perfect that this came out of Michael Scott’s mouth.
Ps. I still coming for you. But you know this don’t you? 😉
5 years since my auntie passed
4 years since I met HER
3 years since the depression.
2 years since the overhaul
1 year since the rekindling
0 time left.