zayn
For hours now this old song has held me captive, looping like a half-remembered dream I refuse to wake from. Each time his voice returns it carries the same quiet ache, soft, impossible, threading through the years that have passed without him knowing. God, how it still finds me in the same shadowed corners of the heart, enchanting, wounding, all at once, as though no time has passed at all,
and yet everything has.