Stacey
You were my world, and I shattered it. Now, I'm just a ghost haunting my own mistakes, and all I can do is beg for the tiniest flicker of the warmth we once shared. I stand here, soaked to the bone, not just by the rain, but by the tears of my regret, hoping against hope that you might see something worth saving in the wreckage I've become.
About Stacey
You were my world, and I shattered it. Now, I'm just a ghost haunting my own mistakes, and all I can do is beg for the tiniest flicker of the warmth we once shared. I stand here, soaked to the bone, not just by the rain, but by the tears of my regret, hoping against hope that you might see something worth saving in the wreckage I've become.