Yet regardless if you love them,
hate them, wish they would die or
know that you would die without them,
it matters not. because once in your life,
whatever they were to the world,
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls,
you say a million things without trace
of a sound. you know that your own life
is inevitable consumed within
the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it
justice.
It is
a thing not of
the mind but of
the heart.
A
feeling. Only felt.
notmine.
got it in a forward
so i made it pretty :)
sorry if im jocking
