What does this have to do with anything.
Sometimes your all just isn’t enough.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that I take your breath away.
And maybe if you take one more,
I will know for sure.
Tell me that you love me, anyways.
Is it so much to ask for to desire something so simple?
Late night confession: I don’t sleep with my toes dangling off my bed. I’m scared that there’s a monster with long fingers will come and snatch up my toes. I’m completely dead serious. I’m 18 and I’m still scared of monsters under my bed.
Not every question will have an answer.
Not every action will have a reason.
And as much as it sucks, it’s reality.
We spend too much time trying to find out who we are.
And in the process, we end up losing ourselves anyways.