Pls go read my story! It’d really help me out!
So I cry as I hold you for the last time in this life.
Pls go read my story! It’d really help me out!
Poetry pages will tell you love is this and love is that, but it’s all a lie. Love is exactly what you think it is. Love has no definition, no one form. For me love isn’t sappy and romantic. Love is when you crave silence, the kind of silence where even the slightest whisper is a sin, and the only person you crave silence with is her.