A little bit
Maybe the beauty of it all is finding how to get through the bad days so that they will be canceled out by the good. Maybe the beauty of it all is not knowing how things are supposed to be but hoping that they will turn out better in the end because you’ll be right there with me. Maybe the beauty of it all is wanting to try as much as possible and not caring about the outcome. Maybe the beauty of it all is you sleeping in my bed and me thinking about how much it kills me to see you leave but how much I love it when you come right back. Maybe the beauty of it all lies in not figuring it all out because we were never supposed to happen but here we are trying to find our own little paradise in the fragments of time we share with each other.
