Jun 2018
I insult you.
But when others agree,
I insult them, too.
I guess that means
that I Love You.
But when others agree,
I insult them, too.
I guess that means
that I Love You.
They're imperfect, they tear me apart, but they still manage to melt my heart. That's when I realize it's going to be okay, somewhere, somehow...
