ooh i still can’t write or hardly think about some things in my life and i hate it. this is why i’m a soft person. i am choosing to be soft. i just want to let it go but it’s in there somewhere and i don’t want to look at it.
Getting to love somebody is a gift. The entire world is giving you a gift every second that you love somebody. The joy of love is a gift. The pain of love is a gift. The comfort of love is a gift. It’s all an overwhelming gift.
(via wethinkwedream)