cb_christine
Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down an dead End street... But losing him was blue like i never knew. Missing him was dark grey all alone... But loving him was red. Oh red.
Loving you and making you important in your whole life, sometime I get tired because you don't know the feeling of being loved.
Im inspired when I look at you, when you smile, and when you talk to me. And when you come closer I can feel the reaction of my heart.