Mreowf

I told you That hearts can't go on forever {eventually they become strung up, and old; left to wither, and drown in themselves.} You told me That here is now, and now can't be forever [hearts don't go on forever; you said so yourself] But you'd give it a try, anyway. I told you I'm willing to give up {I can't go on for much longer- I'm strung up, and old; left here to wither, drowning in myself.} You told me Forever is overrated, and now is all we need And you reminded me that Love is something earned [love is never free; will you drown with me?] I told you I'm already drowning in myself {I'm strung up, remember? Left here

why? because I wasn't myself; because I was hiding the fact that we're two oceans too involved inseperable thrown into each other as one; heartbreak turmoil and.pure.undying.love cancelling each other out until there's nothing left.

Oh, where to start                           To say that you're the most wonderful                                                                   beautiful                                                                    amazing                                                                         best thing that ever happened to me would be an understatement; I don't even think that you're my life              breath              heart              soul would quite cut it. Love has your eyes and your hair; love makes me tongue-tied and butter-fingered (fumbling over words & fumbling on your buttons) and makes my

1. A loud rumble pushes its way in among my turned up radio.  It doesn't complement the music well, so I pull off the side of the road.  Sure enough, my right rear tire is shredded; a mile and a half from the school board meeting I need to cover, too. And my cell phone? Taking the day off at home, because it knew today would be the one day it'd be needed. I limp the car to a nearby house, where thankfully the woman there knows me.  As she goes to find me her phone, two little girls--I'm assuming granddaughters--run straight up to me.  Haven't they learned not to trust strange men in slacks? "What are you doing here?" one asks straight-out,