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As I lay staring at my ceiling, listening to music I am left wondering about the great love of my life on this rainy Thursday night in California. It's late, officially Friday at this point I should say...and I'm wondering if he is thinking of me in this very moment. The raindrops slashing my windows and hitting the pavement outside. I think about the rainy nights we had together. How he used to turn on a show and we would embrace all night and fall asleep in his arms. I remember how he would toss his blanket into the dryer and once that bell rang he would quickly take it out and wrap me tight. I remember feeling the comfort of his body keeping me warm and his dog at my feet. All these memories that I hope I can keep forever. I never want to lose them, I never want to forget. I fear one day something will happen and I wont remember all of this nor my name.
— F.F.

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