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W A N T

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)