Love feels like you're floating on a cload and everything is oh-so-perfect and bright, but with the first glimpse of reality, it starts falling apart. Your cloud is gone and you find yourself falling infinite miles per hour. You know you will ultimately crash, but you continue trying to fly.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Love feels like you're floating on a cload and everything is oh-so-perfect and bright, but with the first glimpse of reality, it starts falling apart. Your cloud is gone and you find yourself falling infinite miles per hour. You know you will ultimately crash, but you continue trying to fly.
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