P.S.

You remind me of...me. (the anger, the love, the pain, the falseness, the reality, the voice, the confidence on top with the vulnerability underneath, the 'cute' chubby cheeks. the constant fear of loss.)

Trust me, love, you won't be saying it forever. I promise.

P.S.

I used to love too.

(I'm still filled with P.S.'s)