Friday 2 August 2013 //

No matter where I go, I still end up being me. What’s missing never changes.The scenery may change, but I’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself. When it comes to love, he's not perfectly mine. If he likes me, he'll stay. We shouldn't be worrying about our relationships because the word couple doesn't describe anything. That is how i put my trust towards those who express the word love on me.