69.
She had been crying for her for weeks now, thinking that maybe, if she
wasn't so attached to her life in this city, it would have been easier
to go after her.
What she was *really* crying about, was the
realization that her attachment to her was never strong enough. And that
she was more in love with a place, than she ever was with her.
- Girl in red. We fell in love in October.
