my thoughts tend to sound better in books i didn't write, and in the song i didn't sing. even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. there is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
no one ever said love was easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
no one ever said love was easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
