I want you to tell me you love me, not with three words, But in the way you 'hear' me The way you speak to me The way you think about me.
Then there are the 'Dreams' we wake from, confused -- what is the dreaming world and what is the waking world? Which is true? Which really happened?
I choose messy hair over tidy rooms. I’d rather wake up honoring that feeling I get in my gut when it tells me something’s not right for me.