The Stars Still Remind Me Of You

I know that there will come a day when you will just be someone I used to love. I know that there will come a day when I could really say that I’ve moved on.

You Were My Constant

To this day, I do not fully understand what changed. How and why we reached this point. All I know is, we did.

To The Boy Who Used To Read My Stories

I was scared to write about you because if I were to recall the last time I was truly happy, it was when there was a boy who was eager to read my stories. And writing about you would mean that I have accepted the fact that as soon as I finish this, you would not be able to read what I have written.