Everything that reminds me of you is slowly breaking/running out/expiring and soon it will all be gone and its kinda weird.
You were the first one I loved, you are the first love I lost
"When one door shuts, another door opens" can get fucked.
Sometimes people liked the door they used to be in!
I miss this night out.
It actually feels like it hurts somewhere inside me but i dont know where :/
I want to be your book :(