I told myself to never forget how amazing she is, how hard I fought to get her, to never forget how she made me feel. And that's all I think about.
She is amazing and worth fighting for, and there was a time she made me feel exactly the same…
I know she's restless and her mind is running wild so as she curls up beside me, stealing the blanket and my place, I can not help but staring, asking myself: what if this is everything she wants to erase?
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
