I’m mad at myself because I’m running out of reasons to miss you.
I hope that I loved you enough. Continue reading
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
We met at the Wrong Time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot
A letter to Alberto Continue reading
This is a letter to the person I love the most. Continue reading