There have been things that he's done that would've made me hate him. I did hate him. On one or more occasions reckless swear words have been thrown along with hurtful tears, mostly from my side of course. He would just render my arms still with his, holding me when I was furious with him.
So why are we here now?
His hand was on my thigh, his head atop mine, talking about stupid fantastic things that could never realistically happen. We laughed about what our friends would think, our families....I guess there aren't that many people that would care.
Its a fantastic, hopeless idea. People like us don't last. We fight to make up and we lie to break another trust and create another insecurity. So why are we so comfortable together?
I guess some hearts just get lucky sometimes.
Or maybe we're stupid.
Much Love, Is xoxo
Saturday, 7 August 2010
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