Sometimes that little hint of love is all you need to tear something apart. Or someone.
It doesn’t have to make sense. To you, it won’t.
I should have told you. I told him.
I would give up anything and everyone for the chance to be with him.
Because I knew and know in my heart that that’s where I want to be. If it takes a million lessons and a million tears.
I love him.
He feels right. He is right. Everything else becomes stale and bland.
I don’t have to justify that to anyone. At least no one that matters.
Those who matter don’t mind. And those that mind don’t matter.