My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.
Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.
How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
Whatโd I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.