The liberty of being caught in the spell of love drowns the emptiness in the freedom of being alone.
Meeting each other was fate. Falling in love was a choice.
~
The liberty of being caught in the spell of love drowns the emptiness in the freedom of being alone.
Meeting each other was fate. Falling in love was a choice.
~
[See you don't look like a stalker but I don't really know what they look like, I assume kinda gross and not nice and you look nice, really nice not nice as in kind, though, you look pretty mean but...