‘all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice” has always been something I truly believed in.
how do you define love when no two loves are the same?
how do you move on from a love lost when you know there’s never anything that can replace it?
and then to love someone who you can never love again, who is gone forever, what do you do with that love?
does it go away? does it transform into a new feeling? is a love lost still a love?
do any of these questions come with answers or do we continue to fall and to fawn and to shatter into pieces, just to build them back up and do it all again?
what is this tendency towards one another that we can’t seem to escape, why is the human experience in and of itself not enough.
the more I learn the less I know.
pretty words for wicked girls 