inappropriate is fun.

My threnody. 
My song of lamentation. 
I remember your face, 
or I don’t remember for I’ve never forgotten. 
I think of your face, I weep. 
I yammer. 
I think of your smile, I smile. 
Your scent penetrates me, I shiver. 
Oh how much I miss you…
or I don’t for that you’ve never left me.
I love you. 
I love you, I love you.
My soul will forever be surrounded by yours.

—Because ”heaven couldn’t wait for you.” I have to wait. (via cherrychewer)

(via cherrychewer)