More ideas from Jan
I'm lost without you.

I am lost without you. Whether I'm off on another wild adventure, or in the familiar quiet comfort of my very own home, I'm all the same, enormously lost, whenever I'm without you.

It hurts. The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost. And when does the hurt stop? If it was love, it won't. #heartbreak

It hurts. The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost. And when does the hurt stop? If it was love, it won't. Ugh I hate summer holidays I miss my bf so much