And yet, all he ever really wanted was to be loved in return.
He had given her a second chance, letting her back behind the walls he had barely managed to build up after the last heartbreak. He thought they were finally mending the broken roads. Then came tonight.
He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the small box of things she had left behind. He realized he had to bury all these memories, or they would bury him.
They had tried to fix it so many times. The mended fences, the quiet promises whispered in the dark, the tears that swore things would be different. He had ignored the warning signs. Everyone else could see them—those glaring red flags waving violently in the wind. His friends told him to walk out that door, but he was blinded by hope and crippled by a memory of who they used to be.
And yet, all he ever really wanted was to be loved in return.
He had given her a second chance, letting her back behind the walls he had barely managed to build up after the last heartbreak. He thought they were finally mending the broken roads. Then came tonight. Bailey Zimmerman - Where It Ends
He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the small box of things she had left behind. He realized he had to bury all these memories, or they would bury him. And yet, all he ever really wanted was to be loved in return
They had tried to fix it so many times. The mended fences, the quiet promises whispered in the dark, the tears that swore things would be different. He had ignored the warning signs. Everyone else could see them—those glaring red flags waving violently in the wind. His friends told him to walk out that door, but he was blinded by hope and crippled by a memory of who they used to be. Then came tonight