sincesheleft:

I think about you immediately upon waking every morning. My mind skims over those short few days, when your hand found mine as easily as breathing, and my head seemed to fit perfectly into the crook of your neck. I miss the person you were in the summer, but not who you’ve become. Your warm heart has turned to stone. And I can go about the rest of my day without having you cross my mind again.

submitted by thatgreatghost.