i just want to break that glass in my hand. i just want to hurt myself

i don’t really want that wine, i just want to get drunk

Three little but very intimate moments. I still remember them, make my heart melt every time.

I love you the first time
I love you the last time

"…when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon’s beauty behind a veil of cloud…"
- Geddes, John. A Familiar Rain.