Perhaps it is too callous to even think of yourself as deserving. Do we really? Could we really? Should we —-
No but you’ve got this all rehearsed out in your head. You are Lov…
No I am melodramatic.
But we are no more than selfish creatures who will return to dust one day, some day /
I love you
can’t ask why about love
We were made for skies.
A light bulb creates an environment by its mere presence.
but i still miss you like i miss the morning rain.
Because You’re with me, I will not fear.
Because when you read you feel, and when you write you put them on display.
Two words that go together but express one idea.
Two names by which only one shall be called.
Through which the great unknown becomes
Neither what nor when or even how, but Who.
And so our greatest fears and what we do not know
Are transformed into our greatest Hope
Because of Whom we now know.