My Kitty, yes you, every time I hear this song I think of you, and wonder if you think of me half as often. I wonder if you ever look me up, or see things that remind you of me. I miss you.
Up missing you...
But how do you let go of the person that felt like home? Somebody, please tell me!
What if you are an old soul? Who do you search for, a past love or a new one?
langleav: More poetry and prose by Lang Leav here
Holy shit this means so much and we found our way back to each other
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Poetry Print Wuthering Heights Quote Emily by Riverwaystudios