I've spent two weeks without you and it's felt like 2 years. I would die for this love. Nothing I've learned except that I love you even more than I knew. It's been like walking around with a leg cut off. Love is ugly. Love is the blood that rushes back into your leg after it's been asleep for a while. Love is a paper cut. A splinter caught in your toe. Love is snow. Ice. Fire. Pain. Love is ugly. And brokenness. And it ruins you... but you don't care.... you don't care... you d...

11 January 2017, 02:57 AM
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