sometimes you hate them... they dont call. they forget things. they bail on plans.
ansd still yet: they call you when they have a hunch youre feeling down. they lay with you against their own better judgement so you'll fall asleep...
and in one instant... in the glow of candles the whispered words of a mid-ninties song from a band no one even knows anymore, shared between two people convinced they are the last to know the lyrics, you realise something: this is what love really is. this is how it feels how it tastes how it smells...
and Im never giving it up...
i'll get through cheating. I'll overlook a silly thing like distance or drunken rants....
this is real.
and its not getting away without a fight.