Who would’ve thought I’d find love in a hopeless place, would meet the most unexpected one over the sea of people who’s also wishing to find what I found? Or does calling it 'found love' really fitting? If fear engulfs you on every blissful moment you both shared, does it take you out of love’s sphere? If you’re in it alone, does it mean it’s not worth it to call it love? If it doesn’t last long as forever, can’t the feelings you defined as love be called real? Can you blame me if to me, It feels like love? It strongly feels like it and it’s so fuckin’ painful.Alle Rechte vorbehalten
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