He’s the one you want to fall asleep next to every night, because when you feel safe you sleep soundly.
I’ve found the one that is determined to let me live without disappointment crowding my corner, he clears the cobwebs and kills the spiders.
4 years. 48 months. 208.571 weeks. 1,460 days. 35,040 hours. Not a second I’ve known what to do without you.
I told myself 2018 would be the year I stopped fighting for people that didn’t want to stay. I never planned on you being the one that wanted to leave.
You couldn’t have done anything better.
I won’t bad mouth the one who broke their heart.
She doesn’t accept excuses, but second chances are not hard to come by.
I look around and see the kids I’m growing up with and I know I’m not meant for this generation. Disrespect of self and others is at an all-time high. Morals are disregarded like last weeks trash.