Iz Zakaria

He tells you that you’re the best thing in the world on Monday, and by Tuesday, he doesn’t see you at all, as if you don’t exist.

When their hands run across your body, you think about how much they care. You think about how they will be there for you. Forever, you think. Forever, you hope.

That’s the magic of love, it makes even the most intelligent people drop all logic and common sense.

Our time together has always been made to end.