In my eyes is a post office, filled with letters of apologies that have no forwarding addresses.

In this story, we both are the ends...

I thought about us being kids, not having anything but each other. I thought about the dreams we shared, and how I was so ready to spend the rest of my life with you. You helped shaping me into the man I was becoming, and this was a representation of my love and appreciation for you.

handwritten letters, direct eye contact, stolen smiles and the art of listening to your heart was the original social media...

You never noticed but I was right there, in the spaces between all the words you wrote for him.

Writing doesn't hurt anymore for I've somehow convinced myself that you're never going to read everything I've written for you...

I'm not sure if I should break this to you but you'd remain kinda broken till you let me in.

The first love is not always in order.

I'd write you a love letter but you'll be unfolding it for the rest of your life.