zoeytheawesome
“I am not a marker, I’m not permanent. We’re not permanent. Someday, sometime, we’re going to end and I can’t understand how I’m suppose to be happy now when I’m going to be sad then. But, of course, I most be happy now, because I will be sad then,” I gave him a sad smile a small tear dripped down my cheek. * I wish I could say this was a simple happy love story with a fairy tale ending, but it isn't. It's sad story full of love. This isn't a love story, it's a sad story that happened to have love thrown in it.