'Who hurt you?' I asked her, there was a maimed animal in her ocean eyes. She used to be fierce, so fierce like fire, but now her flames had simmered down to coals, and barely any heat emanated from her soul. 'Or more simply', i continued, 'Who did you love?'

i ran into an old friend the other day and we chatted over coffee and I guess i couldn’t help myself. When i knew her, she was spring, but now she’s autumn; she’s different, fragile, she’ll disappear with the wind if i don’t help her.


(via the-road-so-farr)