I want my own books to have their own shelves," you said, and that's how I knew it would be okay to live together.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.
me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.
I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.
It feels like we’ve stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.
Love me less, but love me for a long time