in times like these i used to see snow as a comfort.
right after i saw you in the den, right after i got so angry, so upset at you (all too silently of course) for not saying anything at all to me (after having not seen one another for over a month), right after all that happened and i walked out to my car to drive back to my dorm... it started snowing.
but for some reason the comfort was more than lost in it.
it was gone. it felt hopeless. and that kills me. so much.
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