Nights like these are what creates small long lasting memories filled with deep intellectual conversations, & delicious ice-cream.
You never seem to give up on me, when I feel like I can’t do it anymore.
Let’s go on a road trip together. Just you and me.
Hearts are breakable,” Isabelle said. “And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before”.”
I’m more complexed than your idea of me. I’m made up of different rooms, that house my emotions, my thoughts, my memories, my heart, happiness and suffering. To get to know me is to visit each room with an open mind.