She was loved deeply, but not widely
it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
At least I carpe'd that one diem.
We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreperably broken.
You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.
The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.