They Fell In Love Slowly, To The Breeze Of The Summer Nights And The Tune Of A White Rose Outside An

They fell in love slowly, to the breeze of the summer nights and the tune of a white rose outside an open window, and neither realised until it was almost too late. But in the end she was just a girl, and he was just a boy, and love wasn’t enough to keep them together. And so they were left with stars in their eyes and an ache in their hearts, neither quite realising what was missing; yet it was somehow everything.

j.f // the evening that our galaxy was created and destroyed • excerpts of stories I will never write (via coffeeandleatherboundbooks)