you're daft, and young, and dumb.
why do you let yourself wither away with a person who makes every other person in their life feel special? going around and spitting such sweet affection like honey did not come from bees but provided by the heavens so effortlessly, like drops of rich morning dew were not from the rain and sun and leaves that wake from the earliest of dawn but just happened to be there at your doorstep.
if love was such a cheap thing, it would've never been crowned what it's worth in the first place.
you think you're the one. you think you're the only one who's loved. but beware, one who spreads love like he owns it only thinks of what he gets in return for the morbid lies he gives away.
