There are all types of love in this world but never the same love twice.
I’ve always tried to fathom how bizarre it is when we lose things that were right in front of us a second ago.
But even more so, when that something is an actual person.
I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
I can’t think of anything but nights with you.
Treat her like you’re still trying to win her, and that’s how you’ll never lose her.
Sex is good . Love is better . Both together are perfect