I would rather go blind, boy, than to see you walk away from me
most of all, I just don’t want wanna be free
Love shouldn’t hurt, but you can’t tell me that it isn’t beautiful.
It takes a little pain to know what we have. To truly know the value of each second, minute, and hour spent in love. You ever been in love like that?
I’ve never been in love like this.
The sun, moon, and stars can’t mess with this. No bullshit astrology sign or moon cycle can mystify the truth I know. It’s been a fucking journey and here we are.
I’m not going to write about how hard it was to recover, I’m not going to write about how many times I’ve almost given up on everything, I’m not going to write you a pity story and sell you a fantasy. This is the real life. Things get worse, but then they get better. Don’t tell me my story just began and I’m too young to know what I want. This is nineteen years in the making and I don’t know how many years I have left.
So here we are. This is my horribly abstract and nonsensical confession.
But maybe it makes sense to you.