And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?
Once ...Why ...lie? ...when ...truth is ...the easier path
The love of her life dissolved into dreams.
Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.
I don't think we'll get caught, but the very possibility is half the fun.
hindsight is gained through experience