There’s always that one special person that no matter what they do to you, you just cant let them go.
You tell me you love me, but you show me you don’t.
I wonder if you think of me half as much as I think about you.
My heart and my mind are fighting as to whether I should still like you. And I’m in the middle.
Love is a strange thing. It can make the weakest person strong. The strongest person weak. The fearful person courageous. The courageous person fear. And yet, there are no words that can truly describe the feeling of love.