love is like a bubble,
not every bubble u blew out is a good one.
there are one that you just blew and it burst,
there are one that you blew that can only last awhile
but there aren't any that can last.... forever.
so people keep blowing and trying to maintain it at the same time.
sometimes,
we do know the ending.
but in life
we just want to keep trying,
remembering,
without all this,
life isn't life.
memories are there for a purpose.
if not life would be just black and white,
with no colours entertaining you.
i dreamt about you and me11:04 PM.
