In matters of love you will die.
It will **** you in the end,
I assure you.
There is no worse feeling than the loss of something so important to you that your entire life fell apart in its
absence.
I think to myself how complete I must be because I no longer cry when I think about you
but in those moments those thoughts take me to another place, and I start to fall In love with you
all over again.
I lose my head inside of my heart and
I cannot think of anything rational.
I only think of you.
And I want you to know that it is those
thoughts of you
that let me know
I am alive.