I don't really know what love is,
and maybe I never will. All I know is
that there are some smiles you never
get tired of seeing, and some hands you
never want to let go of, and some
absences that hurt too much to ignore.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
I don't really know what love is,
and maybe I never will. All I know is
that there are some smiles you never
get tired of seeing, and some hands you
never want to let go of, and some
absences that hurt too much to ignore.
