It was the years of longing, an ember that glowed both brightly and weakly, yearning for that moment of rekindling. Perhaps it was nostalgia, or a study of tragic, foolish optimism in a hopeless, dead-end love.
To find a way into someone else's life, we…
It was the years of longing, an ember that glowed both brightly and weakly, yearning for that moment of rekindling. Perhaps it was nostalgia, or a study of tragic, foolish optimism in a hopeless, dead-end love.