You Got To Focus On What's Real Man

“If that’s what it was to you, then that’s what it was to me.”

Love, to me, is a private conversation. Love, to me, is a secret I don't tell everyone. Love, to me, is personal like pain, or poetry. Love, to me, is an expensive commodity I don't like to share. Tell me, if you had the shiniest pearl in the world, would you share it? Don't answer. I know you will lie. Just like I do. When they ask me about you. They giggle and talk, some find it curious, others outright antisocial. But I let them giggle. And talk. If it gives them joy. Because they don't know love, not the kind I experience, the kind that makes a grown man cry listening to a violin. The kind that makes priests bow down their heads in front of a stone idol. The kind that makes you content. The kind that makes you stop running. And sit down and relax. Love, to me, is a breeze on a hot summer day.

“för i slutändan handlar det inte om att hitta någon som tar bort allt det trasiga i dig, det handlar om att hitta någon som lägger armarna om dig och hindrar dig från att gå sönder ännu mer”