Every time I read this, I find myself falling apart in a new way. Even though their story was short, bittersweet, and heartbreakingly brutal, it still manages to carve its way back into me. It wasn’t a masterpiece—honestly, it was kind of a mess—but somehow it still left a mark deeper than anything polished ever could
Every time I read this, I find myself falling apart in a new way. Even though their story was short, bittersweet, and heartbreakingly brutal, it still manages to carve its way back into me. It wasn’t a masterpiece—honestly, it was kind of a mess—but somehow it still left a mark deeper than anything polished ever could