For me finding love was a dream, should I give up because I failed? I still want to believe that here is someone who will love me.. adore my very existence...would want to make me happy in 1000 different ways...miss me when I am not around ...basically love me silly ...coz he saw and felt the 1000 different things that I did to make him happy ...coz nothing was more important than my love ... He felt that I complimented his life...bought fun, laughter, strength in his life as much as he did in mine. So for him everything was nothing without me to share with.
Is this me living in a fairytale...refusing to be jaded?
Is this me living in a fairytale...refusing to be jaded?
