Late summer. Open roads. Her hand in mine. I thought we had time. I thought we were building something real. I wasn't wrong about the real part. Just the time. A sapphic love story about the girl who made me feel alive-and the summer I had to let her go.
Late summer. Open roads. Her hand in mine. I thought we had time. I thought we were building something real. I wasn't wrong about the real part. Just the time. A sapphic love story about the girl who made me feel alive-and the summer I had to let her go.