“ Sometimes tomorrow never comes and you’re only left with the memories of yesterdays. ”
He was afraid of letting anyone know of his love, because if life had taught him anything, it was that love wasn’t a prize, it was a weapon. And he was so tired of being hurt.
~ Brittainy C. Cherry
To love,and all the heartache that weighs it down.To love,and all the heartbeats that lift it up.
But my heart… my heart believed in a quiet, simple kind of love. A kind of love that was created before time existed, a kind of love that was bigger than any limitations the world placed upon us. It was a type of love that had no age limits, no boundaries , and was seen only within the souls of two people. My heart didn’t give me much of a choice.
All this time I thought you were reading to escape the world, but now I know, you didn’t read to escape it; you read to discover it.
