on life and love
Sometimes things just end, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m the kind of person who sometimes likes to leave the party at its hype and find another straight after. I guess there’s a point where the party can’t get any better than it already is, and realising that is okay. I find that is the same with life. Some things don’t finish running their course, but because it had to end where it did you’ll always remember it at its best point. Maybe one day something will happen and you can pick up where you left off and it will be even better than the first time around. I sincerely hope that will be the case, but if not, its okay because he was my first one, and nothing really beats that.