Desperté con un beso tuyo en la frente.
Solo fue un sueño.
I wish I could put out in words how broken and lonely I feel.
How hopeless.
How lost.
How empty.
oh, I want to see you at your most content. how you look when breath dances through you like a song. how long you can lean back on your elbows, eyes closed, enjoying the night sky of your own eyelids.
You promised to stay.
““That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.” - Kaui Hart Hemmings”—
