In remembrance of a time where we were all once fools for love (or maybe now still). Everything they did seemed like a sign or had some sort of meaning and everything they...
In remembrance of a time where we were all once fools for love (or maybe now still). Everything they did seemed like a sign or had some sort of meaning and everything they DIDN'T do felt like a cut to the heart.
But here's to learning how to be independent and to love ourselves first. Here's to hoping we'd love ourselves with the same sort of foolish love, if not, more!
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