it should be a rule or something
I don't know why love is so glorified, because once you find yourself involved in the situation that is as close to love as you've felt. It hurts, and it burns in my chest..a good hurt of course. Sort of..anyway. It wasn't suppost to feel like this, not at all. But it does, and that's okay. And they ask me "How can you love him after so little time?" But they aren't here, and they don't see, and they don't know.
And four hours of driving around aimlessly and sitting on my bed, and all I want to do is kiss him and tell him I am deeply in love with him, and have him repeat the exact words that I relay to him, and knowing that is the part that will remain only in my dreams, becomes a tiny ache inside.
The tiny ache grows, and suddenly I'm engulfed in this swelling pain, and all I want to do is sleep, and dream of him, because in my dreams, he loves me back.
there's something about the look in your eyes, something i noticed when the light was just right, it reminded me twice that i was alive, and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight..
And four hours of driving around aimlessly and sitting on my bed, and all I want to do is kiss him and tell him I am deeply in love with him, and have him repeat the exact words that I relay to him, and knowing that is the part that will remain only in my dreams, becomes a tiny ache inside.
The tiny ache grows, and suddenly I'm engulfed in this swelling pain, and all I want to do is sleep, and dream of him, because in my dreams, he loves me back.
there's something about the look in your eyes, something i noticed when the light was just right, it reminded me twice that i was alive, and it reminded me that you're so worth the fight..