I remember my first bout with young stupid-like-a-freight-train love. I was 18.
Nothing will probably ever compare to that for me, but that's fine with me. I don't ever want to feel that out-of-control again.
But love is good thing. Definitely beats HATE hands down.
Nothing will probably ever compare to that for me, but that's fine with me. I don't ever want to feel that out-of-control again.
But love is good thing. Definitely beats HATE hands down.