I’m not going to be
his first, his last, or his only... But if he loves me now,
he's loved before, he will again. What else matters?
He’s not perfect, I’m not either. And the two of us
will never be perfect. but if he can make me laugh at my worse,
cause me to think twice, and admits to making mistakes, I’m
holding on to him, and give him the most I can, he's not
going to quote poetry, he's not going to be thinking about me
every second, but he will give me a part of him that he knows I
could break. I won’t hurt him, I won’t change him, I
won’t expect more than he can give. I’ll smile when
he makes me happy, yell when he makes me mad, and miss him and
love him when he's not
there.❤
Nmq<3
