savannah lea

When I miss you.. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. Like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct its light to my heart hardens like the frozen world your absence traps me in… But I must not despair, I can only hope because hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you are gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.
—  Paul Maximillion