Let love write on you
Open letters and declarations of love, for remembrances sake. I want to turn YOU into literature so one day I can go back and read about how I had love written all over me.
I thought I could distract myself from the fact that I’m alone
I thought I could somehow forget that he’s not here
I thought I could be so emotionally distant that I’d only care for temporal things, cause that’s how happiness is, fleeting
And love? Nothing but convenience, comfortability and practicality
I want to belive someone can disprove me
I want to believe that someone is you
