♥ loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes, but its the only thing I know...loving can get hard, you know it can get hard sometimes but its the only thing that makes us feel alive. you keep this love in a photograph....we make these memories for ourselves, so our eyes are never open, times never frozen, hearts never broken, still...so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, I will remember how you kissed me, in the lamppost on 6th street, hearing you whisper through the phone "wait for me to come home" ♥