Isn't it tragic how often love is associated with the act of letting go?
I'll never not fail to appreciate and be amazed by love,in any and every form. The unconditional love that a mother holds for her child,the persistent love that one holds for their friend despite them struggling, the undying love for one who has passed away, the kind of love that makes one see their beloved in whatever they come across,the desperate attempt to keep on loving no matter how cruel or painful the world gets
When I kiss somebody for the first time and kiss me by six pence none the richer doesn't play in the background,what will be the point of it all?
Sometimes my head aches at the thought of you. Other times,it is my heart's turn
That feeling of being aware that the joy you're experiencing in a moment will only be just a memory some day in the future
