You hate when people see you cry because you want to be that strong girl. At thr same time, though, you hate how nobody notices how torn apart and broken you are. So true.
Kisses. Touches. Hugs. Looks. Feelings. It's not the same. Nothing compares to you and the emotions you bring out in me. It's not the same at all.
Imperfection is perfection to a beautiful perspective.
but really though, like, no rush...take your time now... now...like seriously now...