But in a box beneath my bed is a letter that you never read from three summers back,
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
And lookin' back on all of that it's nice to believe;
It's been you all along.
And these are the things I will never ever tell you, you will never ever know, you will never ever hear coming out from me.
Yet, they will exist; forever and always.
Still, it's time to finally let go. :)
. with love from .
thememoryholder
