This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Savannah chapter.
It was just a simplistic conversation. It was enough, no reward, no compensation.
I missed seeing that smile when talking about the little things. There’s little rings that ding my heart, when I watch you breathe.
I don’t know if it’s just the season of love but it put me at ease. We might have soul ties,
But we are too toxic to give it another try. There are demons buried in our movements.
That’s why before I can love you I need self improvement.