My room is essentially a tumlbr room. Except my walks aren't painted and my 'pictures' consist of a DW poster, a giant b&w picture of paris, and my drawings. Oh, akso my name painted in Japanese oil painting.
Roses aren't always red & violets aren't exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth. Smiles aren't always happy & frowns aren't always upset, people judge too quickly & our feelings are what they forget.
I carry memories of you with thankfulness, because of our love; and painfully, because you're gone. (JWC), I wouldn't miss you this much if you weren't such a big part of my life, forever thankful for you.