"Do you remember?" He asked me. A sad smile came upon my lips and I closed my eyes, breathing out the words as if they would be my last. Images of us made me wince. As if it was painful to remember.
"How could I forget?" My voice broke but a light...
I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up it hurts • • •
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20 million likes Comments disabled Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love. Two very different things, I think. Being in love is the romantic part- sex all the time, midday naps in the sheets, the jokes, the laughs, the fun conversations with no pauses, overwhelming separation anxiety. Just the best sides of both people, you know? But love begins when the excitement of being in love starts to fade: the stress of life sets in, butterflies disappear, the sex becomes a chore, the tears, the sadness, the arguments, the cattiness. The worst parts of both people. But when you still want that person through all those things- that's when you know, you're good at love.
