cxldhxart reblogged
“In ten years, you won’t remember my name. I will be just a tiny puzzle of your youth, a forgotten piece, forgotten kiss, another forgotten snowflake that melted in your hands. And when I will be old and wrinkled sitting in a rocking chair, outside looking at the stars on a summer night, I will remember you and your tender hands, the way your lips felt on mine and the way your eyes reflected those stars.”
