Thursday, March 17, 2016
#ReaderSubmission by Genefe Navilon
There will always be that one boy, the one you almost had. No matter how many souls you fall in love with, how many hands you’ve held, how many lips you’ve kissed, there will always be one. He’ll be there, at the back of your mind, tucked under the layers of scar tissue that so long ago have healed. He’ll be laced with regrets, nostalgia and melancholy. He’ll be a beautiful memory that will always tinge your heart with just the right amount of love and pain. And always, always, when you conjure him up in front of your eyes, your mouth will turn up into the saddest smile.