I guess somehow, I have still not learned my lesson. Somehow, I still managed to lie to myself and make me believe that...
When love knocks twice
The view is a little better with some distance...
... or whatever they said!
Write me a love letter. Premeditated and thought through. I don’t want you to look at me and suddenly decide you want to confess the love you think you have for me.
What is that supposed to mean?
If you were asked to do it all over again... would you?
If only you could see yourself the way I see you.
🎶I'm thinking out loud🎶
Memory is such a fickle thing. It can be altered or erased and sometimes, outright misleading.