My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.
How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?
So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?
What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.