Loving someone is like hugging a cactus, the more you hug it, the more it hurts. Dont go back to me now, you have your own.

As a child I never understood how love could hurt. I loved the things that made me happy, I avoided the things that made me cry.

Growing up I realised that the adults before me were right, for nothing is as painful as love.

Even when it stings me, I chase it. I squeeze it in my hands until my fingers bleed. Even when I finally let go, I forget about the blood. I only remember the warmth.

We love unconditionally. A tragically beautiful thing.

Temngs you two, gw ngakak bgt pls??