I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
How many friendships meant love, but they didn’t see it?
And how many “How are you?” meant “I miss you”, but they didn’t get it?
A true relationship is two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other.
People get drunk, they hook up with the wrong person and pretend to be okay. People act tough and get mad. People will do anything to distract their heart. They will do anything to distract it from missing someone.