I may cry, ruining my makeup
Wash away all the things you've taken
And I don't care if I don't look pretty
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking
I sang these words softly, strumming the chords of the song on my guitar, looking outside the small window of my bedroom. Singing to myself was one way to calm me down as music always had a way of magically altering my mood.
It has been a tiring few days and to make it all better for me, I had a really weird dream during my afternoon nap today; or better yet, a nightmare.
In the dream, I was standing near my window, almost like I was now. I looked out and saw Julian under my window, with roses in his arms, kneeling down next to a huge sign he made that read ‘WILL YOU FORGIVE ME LIA?’ I r
