I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already, it’s hard to watch the game we make of love, like everyone’s playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart.
She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.
She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.