this was the color of your walls the first day i came over and they were still this color the night i packed up my stuff. i feel like those walls are witness to too much on both our parts. i’m sorry that i did what i did. i’m sorry that you did what you did. you don’t know that we’ve been on the same healing path this entire time. my flame, i wish we could talk, maturely. i feel like we’ve both changed and grown so much. i would love to hear you talk now. just to know how you connect your sentences. an entire head full of thoughts over the course of a year & a half. i wish you well, pisces. if you know who this is, reach out. please?
all the love,
luna xx