It's always a choice between taking a risk with the unknown, or sticking it out with the familiar. Everything becomes an eventual search for that someone who can keep our hearts wrapped around theirs, for good.
But we have a language only we speak, whose meaning only we know. ---
Let's not get technical but let's not get too practical either. It's all about rolling in with the good times and riding past the bad; it's true we'll be going to hell for trying, but "at least we're going together".
Now, where were we? ---
It's strange how complications arise no matter what, no matter when, even when you think the worst is over.
Do we work hard towards perfection, or does perfection just happen?
(Oh don't get me wrong, it's true I've been over the moon for quite a while :) I just need a place to rest my head sometimes when everything seems get too tough for me to comprehend)
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