I wonder if you still think of me as this angel dropped on crisp, white snow
Like how I thought of you as a hero of my abandoned, lost soul
But day by day, I have come to slowly accept
That our time was short, only for the best
You were the boy who just blurted out ‘I love you’ as easy as a bullet
And I was the girl who answered ‘I love you too’ even if I didn’t meant it
– aa
Airah Writes 