Each time I say goodbye my heart breaks into a million pieces. I tell a cliché joke, feign a smile and don’t turn back lest the sadness in my eyes turns you gloomier. And with each receding footstep I strive to prepare myself to repeat it.
~ collection of a dreamer’s soliloquies
Each time I say goodbye my heart breaks into a million pieces. I tell a cliché joke, feign a smile and don’t turn back lest the sadness in my eyes turns you gloomier. And with each receding footstep I strive to prepare myself to repeat it.