someone loves me.
He tells me that he loves me and I don't know if he's talking to me. The words have all but drifted from my ears. Small. Barely audible. Not even the actual word itself.
Did I hear it right? No. I must have imagined it.
No man could ever love broken pieces of glass...
Did I hear it right? No. I must have imagined it.
No man could ever love broken pieces of glass...