written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
written-on-polaroids: “I’m over it, I swear. But sometimes I still see your face in a crowded room or find myself looking for you in strangers, sometimes I still feel your hands on my skin and I smell your perfume on my sheets. Sometimes, even though
