You say life is bettered when with her to ditch those around you whom care. Looks given from her when surrounded just another reminder that your love is classified almost always mummified. Drop flies, recently best friends for a seasonal love, love is supposed 365, revolve around kind of thing. Fights, flings, other things should alert you thatβll be the life you be living sit stranded, middle of a self-eradicating time bomb created, blossomed from a falsely accused label. Label yourself as taken, less like the movie now more like the happy, love encrusted, teenage romance. Red in the face from a fist full of truth lie to only the liar willing to enough to witness the Moriarity ending in a fatal scene of faked goodbyes. Maybe this IS too boring for you look around, failing in a pit of despair meaning youβre wanted but never needed.