I loved you, and you loved me
And that should have been the start.
I still love you, and you still love me
And that should have been the end.
But here we are, you and I
Somewhere In the middle, facing the only thing more cruel than love, life.
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...
