let’s face it — we are far from being the perfect lovers for each other. maybe if we disagreed a little less it, would work better. or maybe if we had a little less rainy days than sunny ones.
i mean, we lose a little love for each other when we fight. right? right? right? no.
i don’t get how we are wired. i really don’t. because i am stubborn as fuck and you are impulsive as hell. still, this ice and fire mix well, and create something better each time.
but what if you spew more ice and i blew more smoke? maybe we could smile more than we cry. it’s so dark here but some way the light comes through. it doesn’t stay for long but it’s enough. we are enough. right?
— crooked love.