Its 2.33am, I slept and I just woke up. Had the worst dream in my life. Tears all over the pillow. Sigh, why aren't you here with me? Neither in the dream nor reality.
Now, I came up to look for you. Not wanting you to get me a tissue, just... at least talk to me. But it's always a
"I love doing normal things - movies, shopping, going out with friends, taking hot bubble baths - that's a big one for relaxation. Oh yes, I love pretty things. " - C.A
It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds;
it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8
Dine.
My addiction.
Draw me thoughts.
Love is life; and if you miss love, oopps you miss life.