It's about love.
I have been having a shit ton of sex lately.
And so I find it strange that I still look at her pictures and know I can never love again. I won't ever find someone who I can look at, and feel like I do when I see her. She really was perfect. Lies can kill.
And so I find it strange that I still look at her pictures and know I can never love again. I won't ever find someone who I can look at, and feel like I do when I see her. She really was perfect. Lies can kill.