Love is a fucking choice.
You choose to love that person every single fucking day and with every breath that you breathe.
You choose to fight for them.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
10:23pm
Love is a fucking choice.
You choose to love that person every single fucking day and with every breath that you breathe.
You choose to fight for them.