I feel sad for the way your eyes seem to light up only when you’re done with your work of art.
I am genuinely afraid of the person I become when I’m in love because I fall fast, and I fall hard, blindly. And I despise that I’m not able to be as selfish as I need to be.
We’re 100% confident
I ended up realizing that I didn’t fall out of love out of boredom, but because I was giving everything I had and more to a guy too lazy to do anything in return.
Everything moves so quickly, try to keep up with it and don’t waste it.
They’re protective. They will know if that guy is fooling you and they’ll be the first ones to tell you.
Because differently from any movie you watch on TV, you don’t love somebody at first sight and you don’t love someone more than you love yourself, because that is not love, that is dependence.
I pushed you away and you didn’t fight for me, not even a bit, you effortlessly let me go my own way.