We'll be like the stars and love from afar.
The sound of the wind swept into my ears making it seem as though I was at the peak of the tallest mountains. I could feel my energy shift. I was letting go of expectations that were making me feel trapped. I was releasing myself to the winds of change and I finally felt free.
It's weird and kind of funny in a twisted way. What kept the relationship interesting and fun ended up being the demise and cause of resentment.
How can you value love when it's ubiquitous? Love is in the air like perfume used to be in Hollister.
We all want to know the ending, but does trying to read ahead spoil our romantic appetite?