It’s been 9 months, 1 week, and 3 days.
The stars still remind me of you.
So do muffins, bare trees, irresistible smiles, Coldplay, black sunglasses, slight Spanish accents, and The Fault In Our Stars.
You deserve all good things, my love.
There are others. There will always be others. & yet, it will always be only you.
