me and you
Just...remembering my march last year..contemplating out the train window and looking at the snowflakes fall gracefully down.
I miss those simple days, living with arno back in grenoble.
I think if I were to go there now, with him not living there my heart would crack. It just wouldn't feel the same, there would be no more reason.
I am truly all alone now, and I'm supposed to stand up on my two feet. No more passionate, destructive relationship.
We're trying to start something new.
Something healthy.
He cradled me just like I needed to be. I sat in his lap, he put his cheek next to mine and his arms around me.
We swayed.
I just kept crying, crying about my baby, crying about all that is lost.
We had a hard time saying 'au revoir' in the train station. Atleast in french, it's "see you again" to say goodbye.
He told me many beautiful things and this time
I want to believe.
I miss those simple days, living with arno back in grenoble.
I think if I were to go there now, with him not living there my heart would crack. It just wouldn't feel the same, there would be no more reason.
I am truly all alone now, and I'm supposed to stand up on my two feet. No more passionate, destructive relationship.
We're trying to start something new.
Something healthy.
He cradled me just like I needed to be. I sat in his lap, he put his cheek next to mine and his arms around me.
We swayed.
I just kept crying, crying about my baby, crying about all that is lost.
We had a hard time saying 'au revoir' in the train station. Atleast in french, it's "see you again" to say goodbye.
He told me many beautiful things and this time
I want to believe.