I love the things you say. I love the way you make me feel. But I can't go without wondering if this loves for real. Some things I hate are the least respected. The friends who curve you mind are the ones who rejected. Rejected us for what we are and were we go from here. To a place were your not happy and I am fuul of fear. I love the way that your spirit hasn't crushed beneath the weight. Because being together is our one and only fate.