I look up at him before standing infront of him, setting a hand on the side of his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. You saying you we're going to go kiss random girls kind of hurt me too, so you can't blame me for saying what I did."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind
