May 2012
they don’t know how much i love you.
and maybe that’s a good thing; maybe they’ll keep thinking that i’m a weepy lover, a clingy one, someone who’s difficult to hold on to. but i won’t care, cause it’s you that matters.
only you.
and i could live a thousand more lives, make do with a thousand more mistakes and shitty situations. but i’ll get over it, we’ll get over it. given the chance to do it all again, i’d still do everything with you.
