TEXT ME EVERY WEEK

He had been planning everything the past few days and time flew by exactly like he wanted it to. He felt sturdy and in control. 

She had a new diary. She wrote down her thoughts and feelings in hopes that it would inspire her to look more deeply into herself and fuel her personal growth. 

They spoke once a week. Every week, without fail. They told each other how the week had been. 

They were far away. But they were connected and both of them appreciated the connection. 

Friendship was rare, they thought. At least; good, strong friendship. And now matter how far the other person was, they were near to each other in their hearts. And they held on to it. 

XOX

INSANE LITTLE BRUNETTE