There was a point where everything bent down and it took something from me. Something i canβt quite explain.
And i always wondered if it would come back and love me the way it said it was supposed to.
Maybe it lied. Maybe it was all a lie.
Iβve tried so hard to explain in words what it meant to me. How it felt to me.
But maybe its not meant to be explained. Maybe its not meant to be marked down in words, or scrawled out on a piece of paper.
Until then i guess Iβll just lie here and wait. Wait for you to come back. Wait for you to love me again.
Do you think you know how to give up? Do you think you understand what it means to be loved?
οΏΌyou donβt and you never will.
But i can tell you right now. Itβs beautiful. Such a precious thing to be loved. Such a wondrous and painful thing to be loved
When you were young, you said you wished that someone loved you.
I do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do i do
I love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you.