socialrunaway7

On a brighter day, this may have ended differently. We may have said our sweet empty goodbyes and walked back to our apartments and turned all the lights on to feel less alone. But the way those clouds cast over the hair in your eyes and shadowed the space under your eyelashes like a city awning, made me feel so at home.----- Once our legs and arms, elbows and knees are brittle and dangerous like an old staircase, I'll come back for you. We'll share every story we've ever heard and those last few months will be the most memorable of all. We'll relive all the good and bad and terrible and worse and know we survived it. And we will go, str...