Few as they are, they reveal to us yet another leverage at an elevation above our own. When we surmised our concept of the word was sufficient in order to execute OUR own legacy of love, we are interrupted by people whose definitions far eclipse our own... Far more superior, far more hollistic, diminishing the rest.
To do something stupid.
To feel alive.
And to know that i have made you happy,
then i have done my job.
People take advantage,
but if no one believes in love,
then what would others have?
I know that in this lifetime no one is going to be able to show the perfect romance.
If i can give it to someone and make their life special,
just seeing it in their eyes,
and feeling it in their kiss.
It is enough.