I will always love the false image I had of you.
Not everyone you lose is a loss.
Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
yes plz
If it is important to you, you will find a way. If it’s not, you’ll find an excuse.