I wrote it all so importantly, like it was earth-shattering, life changing. But what did it amount to? I wrote it like it changed the way the world spun, but now it�s like it never happened.
Does love just slip away one day? All consuming, until you wake up one morning wondering if it was just a dream.
Can love really escape us so easily? Can it be that fleeting?
If it just slips away one day, was it ever anything?