With A Lighter, He Lit A Cigarette And Held It Between His Trembling Fingers. “Our Love,” He Said

With a lighter, he lit a cigarette and held it between his trembling fingers. “Our love,” he said as he watched his cigarette burned, “it burned out much faster than this.” He brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a deep breath. He then remembered the way her lips pressed against his. Laughing at the pain in his chest, he said, “Memories, how pathetic.”

Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #155 // “All that’s left of me are just memories.” (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

Memories, how pathetic