1. what is love? what was love for me?it was when I believed I was the happiest person on earth if I had only him and nothing elseit was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how I would find anything more beautifulit was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughtsit was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you.My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and I was clinging to the last piece of driftwood that was my hope.
2. you're a museum of things that remind me of the worst time of my lifeyet somehow, you radiate comfortI want to feel, remember how the pain felt when I'm around youit hurts, but it's a good kind of pain, I've finally been released.
