And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.
I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.
And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
The little things that happen. Sometimes they're insignificant; other times, they change everything.
Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?
Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.