zac--vanessa

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving; I remember the make-up running down your face, and the dreams you left behind, you didn’t need them. Like every single wish we ever made, I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things. Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I never can escape. ‘Cause I’m not fine at all, no, I’m really not fine at all."