"all things truly wicked start from innocence." - ernest hemingway
We went for a long walk in the blooming woods.
And I lost myself in you.
I stared at you without a blink.
And you lost the staring contest.
And as we walked back to reality together,
You didn't hold my hand.
Even though I felt your fingers right there
As if you'd never let go.
This is us.
I don't feel changed all too much.
Actually, I feel all the same.
And I'm okay with that.