Seoul, S. Korea.
It was his cab eyes and the pink wire across the floor.
The cute couple on the subway.
Chinese writing on the window-but it was Korean really. Korean writing, ya know?
It was a weird backseat and I just can’t believe he stopped so suddenly.
you were love-sick. but for who? for what?
out of sight. out of mind.
but that’s just not true at all.
it was freezing cold and i was listened to some british pop.
the words were all wrong. all wrong. so i smiled.
“love comes softly” you would say-and i just hated how that sounded…but I also secretly loved it.
hey, fresh eyes.
Seoul, S. Korea
I guess those black thick-rimmed glasses are bff with cigarettes.
I guess we will never again be as young as we are this very second.
I guess I should’ve called my bank before leaving the country.
I guess this is where your path led.
I guess sometimes you don’t understand what your own heart is saying to you.
I guess He’s full of love.