Our Love Is Like A Growing Tree
We embrace, adapt and grow again.
We embrace, adapt and grow again.
It takes a spark to light a flame to make a fire. A fire so fierce and passionately that it will guide its way back again to their hearts.
Everyone has their own reality. I have my own reality too.
Love isn’t a delusion. It only is when you decide to wear those rose-tinted glasses. We made everything worse by setting expectations for each other.
If he just opens his eyes, he would have noticed her. But he didn’t.
We are not just empty shells, only consisting of cells and atoms by coincidence.