It’s not working out. The dreams. The hopes. The wishes. The poems. The photographs. The sunsets. The clouds. The books. The songs. The...

I’m a hopeless romantic. Chasing pretty sunsets. Always looking up to see the clouds. Finding hidden meanings between the lines of books....

The whole night scented of petrichor. I know this because after you fell asleep while complaining about how you couldn’t see the stars...