although, i have often contemplated whether love is real or not,
how can we know what is for certain if we only go by the experience and words of others ?, but contridictory to that, if it isn't, then why does it really and truly hurt when your heart is 'broken' ? constant thoughts in my head, pumping insecurities through my veins. isn't this a bit much ? sealed with a kiss and cut with a blade, love is like cake. lucious, filling, and undetermined of what could happen to it. will it crumble ? will it be smashed ? or will it flourish, and be the most savoured thing in a lifetime ?
infact, maybe you're just right.

it never gets that cold here its just always cloudy and rainy here. But i love the weather in the northwest.
posted Mar 11
Tim says:
heyyaa, what's goood?
posted Mar 12