Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
for the days you don’t even want to try.
See there’s this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It’s the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.~ Gretchen Kemp (via lonequixote)