Love, I know when you think about him, your heart started pounding like a bass drum; loud, hard to ignore, catchy, deep, hand shaking; yet soft like a lullaby. I know that once you stick to something, you'll stick to it unless it really means saying goodbye. I know that you are thinking about his face right now, at this moment of time, and you're smiling that stupid smile you always make when you're in love with someone.
You say all this shit about him, you guys get into the most stupid fights I've probably seen, but there's always a flaw in every relationship. Whether it be parents, yourself doubt-- his as well; but either than that, we're human.
May I describe this love as the moon? I think I should. Imagine this: You're looking up at this moment, and you see a sea of stars, and the brilliantly lit night sky from the moon. You are the stars, and he is the moon. You have little flaws that fly all over the place, breakdowns, snaps, thoughts, and love seeping through you, and the moon i