have you ever felt sadness at 3am?
knowing your love once lost and found will be lost again?
tears rolling down those bambi eyes, unfinished poems brewing in the heart.
its hard to ignore how you're perfect; you who's willing to be my everything. anything.
darling, you're right when you say i will fall in love again but you're not if you think i'll stay in it;
i know its unfair but i'll always end up comparing.
it's always going to be you.
superman zero jeeralal, you should be awarded with a nobel peace prize for being totally immune to all my desperate attempts to pick a fight with you. you make the terrorist inside me feel like i'm using a mini water pistol on a man armed with bazooka love.
handsdown you've got to be the most stubborn lover that ever existed on the face of this earth.
i strut around feeling blessed for being chosen to experience this awesomeness of your love; this absolutely pure rare kind of love that most people never see or feel or even hear about their whole fucking lives.
this what i got right now is magnanimous.
if i die right now i would die a happy girl.
dying is easy.
its living without you that's gonna be fucking damn hardest.
