Life has passed me by, and what I’ve come to realize is that although I’ve written of love for as long as I can remember, I now realize I might not have loved at all. These flawed feelings can’t be what love really is.
Life has passed me by, and what I’ve come to realize is that although I’ve written of love for as long as I can remember, I now realize I might not have loved at all. These flawed feelings can’t be what love really is.