Over the weekend, D compared me to a star, and said, “The brightest stars die earlier.”
That stuck with me. I don’t think he even realizes how the things he says resonate with me. It’s a trip, loving someone this much.
Over the weekend, D compared me to a star, and said, “The brightest stars die earlier.”
That stuck with me. I don’t think he even realizes how the things he says resonate with me. It’s a trip, loving someone this much.