I can't even begin to formulate the
sentence,
I write line after line then
erase it all.
Because <<nothing's>> good enough, nothing could even
compare.
You're the love of my life.
It's a random accurence that [t.r.u.t.h.f.u.l.l.y] wasn't
supposed to happen.
But it did.
& really who's to say what's allowed and what's
not?
You're what makes me happy *regardless* of how other people feel
about it.
So hold my hand baby and we'll make it.
I promise you.
♥
