remember the feeling of first realising that you love someone. you try to make sense of it, rationalise it but you'll never be able to. A feeling of desparacy follows, of wanting the other person to make sense of it for you...
There's only one thing that makes sense, being with that person.
remember the feeling of first realising that you love someone. you try to make sense of it, rationalise it but you'll never be able to. A feeling of desparacy follows, of wanting the other person to make sense of it for you... There's only one thing that makes sense, being with that person.
Oh how i love and hate that feeling!