Sweet Disposition.
Clarity.
But without the dark, we’d never see the stars.

It’s back for more.
Here we go again.

This beautiful man knows me better than I know myself. And I don’t care about the shitty cliche`.

This beautiful man knows me better than I know myself.
And I don’t care about the shitty cliche`.

I asked him something today.

Something I had been thinking about for a while now, but wasnt sure I really wanted to know the answer. It’s fairly trivial, and really not important anymore, but the answer I got, taught me something about the nature of Love.

“Did you love her the same way you love me?”

He told me that he had loved her. That he broke up with her, in spite of loving her. But that I am different. I am special. That he didnt love her the way he loves me.

I didnt ask because it mattered. It doesnt matter. But when he gave me that answer…

I think I truly realised today, what he’s been telling me all this time.

He’s not going anywhere.

“You’ve got a nice voice, babe,” He told me for the first time, with faint suprise.
Haven’t been told that for a while… how lovely :)