Don’t think that I just passed by.
If you want to be fixed, I can’t do it.
Maybe they call it ‘falling’ because it’s just that—you completely trip, slip, lose control, and crash into another person. Head over heels. All of you. Into their open arms.
New love sleeps on your lap and talks about your eyes with a voice that you’ve never heard before.
Despite the hurt, she promised herself to love again.
Our second love reminds us of how strong we truly are, just how brave.
I thought I knew what calm and content felt like, but now that you’re in my life, I don’t think I truly knew much about those things at all.
It’s knowing that my love story still continues even when you left.
You don’t feel afraid anymore. They make you believe in a naive kind of forever that makes your heart beat fast.
We’re pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. But its contents are nothing but mere objects of nothingness.