(no subject)
Love is such a weird thing. I guess really, driving home tonight, i realize that its like some sort of strange wine maybe. With age it either gets stale and dry, imagine a barrel being cracked open and death falling out, or it matures into a high proof alcohol...... I lost my train of thought.
Anyhow.
If anyone really loved me ever, they will now know I want this.
I'd take it out to sea and live there forever.
