For Him.

Our love is here to be enjoyed.

My love was unique.

The only memories of us that exist lie in my own head, in my heart, and I suppose the words you see before you, if you’re even reading this at all. Loving In The Moment… I never really bother to, too much wishing, hoping, and praying for you.

Things will never be the same again.

A fluffy piece about a princess and her handsome peasant husband from a far away land.

Loving.

I don’t have a moment of truth. I’ve done plenty of drugs, and I enjoy them.

Is it love that is a lie or perhaps the lovers who lie, to this day I wouldn’t know but the idea of lying… next to some girl that is. Lying With Love, call it pretending but to lie with someone, a pretty girl; the lie that I love or I’m not alone.

Loving the visually impaired.