23.10.11

I spent the last seven years scratching 'I am incredibly sincere' into my forearm

You're always with the best intentions. I wasn't. Plagued with insecurity and doubt, my mind held a different sort of darkness to yours. That's where our differences began, and yet we found a way to be how things were meant to be. But like the seasons, people change. The air grew colder, our hearts grew weaker, and the days passed by seamlessly, until I wasn't the person you needed any longer.