the best summer ever; because of you.
My first summer with you, was also the best. For I learnt how to love, and how love feels like. I had my first kiss, my first touch, my first hugs. I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let them go. I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let yourself go too; for them.
sometimes what i want to say isn't apparent through what you just see(: Tuesday, September 15, 2009
rosethorns.
and sometimes i wonder if roses ever feel guilty when the thorns they grow in self-defence draw blood from the very people they bloom for because i do. even if it wasn't my fault in the first place. perhaps they do, and every dewdrop on every rose leaf is bitter with heartache. because i do. even if it wasn't my fault in the first place. 8:22 pm
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