have you ever looked at your gf/bf and thought
how did i get so lucky
All the time :)
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
Relationships suck, you either get married or breakup
or have a baby and start a blog, or is that just us? oops