You write better than I, and I love you for it.
You understand more about life and living and the way things are, and I love you for it.
You have been through more hurt then I think that I could ever imagine, and I love you for it.
I want to find you lying in my bed, to run my fingers through your hair, to softly kiss your lips, to wrap myself in the warmth of your arms. But that will never happen, and I hate you for it.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
/me sighs.
You write better than I, and I love you for it.
You understand more about life and living and the way things are, and I love you for it.
You have been through more hurt then I think that I could ever imagine, and I love you for it.
I want to find you lying in my bed, to run my fingers through your hair, to softly kiss your lips, to wrap myself in the warmth of your arms. But that will never happen, and I hate you for it.
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torturously beautiful.
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