I think we all need people who don’t let go of us. Because sometimes, you don’t know what’s good for
Some days, loving you is learning a new meaning of accommodation. It is figuring out, on the go, that my
Blissful nights when you tell me that finding me is god’s gift to you. That there must be someone up
to be or not to be? what’s the fuss about talking stages?
This book I read about attachment styles says I’m an anxious lover. So, although you have only been gone for all of two seconds, I miss you with all of my being…
your body is a perfection I wield against you, for us.
“…and what is grief but love persevering?”
We all believe that there is someone out there who is perfect for us. Will we ever find them?
there is no science for loving you, but let me try, my love.
I still get a bad taste in my mouth every time I remember my first heartbreak. You hear a lot about the pain, but nothing quite prepares you for it.