𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔

i rarely felt butterflies 

yet he always gave me blankets when it’s cold outside 

he never tried to hurt me, nor people that close to me

i always feel loved 

even though his touches felt so thin 

so the cold can easily get to my skin

but for us i can bare it

i miss you