why did you stop existing..
sometimes i find myself thinking so much about the future that i return to the past..
i liked stuff about the past that i would love in my future..
i'm a hopeless romantic waiting for it to happen..
waiting for some magic..
in this world full of shit i'm still a romantic.. why?...
i miss those words.. the ones that made butterflies in my stomach in a good way of course..
i want to teach you the things you still don't know.. i want you to teach me the things i still don't know..
i want to meet the world with you..
i'm just a sucker for love...