I lean against the wall, kind of wanting her to yell at me or hit me. Something's wrong with that chlorine. There's no way I should want that at all. "Why not?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Even though it's not what she meant, my eyes can't help but trail over to her... ahem. Shaking my head, I wonder what's wrong with me and try to focus on her, "Then what do you think I was doing, Rayah?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson
