Reminiscing.
People always tell me love hurts. The truth is loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts.
Loss hurts.
To be Loved is the one thing
that makes it all
better.
Reminiscing.
People always tell me love hurts. The truth is loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts.
Loss hurts.
To be Loved is the one thing
that makes it all
better.