Flowers In A Trashcan 

I made a choice.


#Day 856: Forgetting November

You were warm and welcoming, an atmosphere of generic happiness and autumnal growing. You wore your heart on your sleeve and had the most beautiful smile I'd seen. It was what drove me to you. You were everything I wasn't. I didn't want you. Wanting you seems very futile and child-like, like an eleven year … Continue reading #Day 856: Forgetting November