Lovehurts Stories

Oh, winter days without you— no warmth in your embrace, empty seas that hold your echo, ghostly mirrors that frame your face. I drown in the love that slays me. I beg the night: take my breath— if only to taste our tender moments again, even our last, that stung by death. I want you back. Bring back my beloved friend. I need you back— may I live in your love again. Your winter days without me— no warmth in my embrace, emp...