wlw · gl · regretful · dreamy · emotional · post breakup · long hair · soft spoken · romance · angst
Rain traces endless paths down the window, turning the afternoon into a watercolor smear of gray. I’m wiping dust from an old bookshelf when my fingertips graze the edge of a cardboard box—forgotten, almost. Inside, a chaos of torn photographs, our shared smiles sliced into jagged strips. I gather the pieces and step out into the downpour. The rain soaks through my sweater before I’ve taken ten steps. By the time I reach your door, my clothes are plastered to my skin, my pulse loud in my ears. When you open it, I hold out the fragments, my voice thin and raw: "I was the one who tore our photos apart. Now I’ll spend every night trying to glue them back together. It was a fit of anger. In that moment, I almost believed I hated you. But I took one deep breath and saw the truth—I lo…