I planned for everything and got burned. Burned like a third degree to the heart. So this time I tried to roll with the punches and let the stars be my guide, and I found a happiness that I hadn’t felt in a long time. But just like all good things it came to an end, and now I am left to wonder what could possibly be the matter with me. Because every happiness I may stumble upon with another person is wrong. So terribly, beautifully, wrong. I am always the wrong love.
