I should have let love find me first
I like to think that a man has four kind of women in his life. The has been, the now, the wannabe, and the happy ending.
How can you, a lonely girl, leave behind a man that promises an everlasting love, despite not being his only one?
Believe me, it sucks when your favorite writer leaves and never look back. The hopeful feeling, the long awaiting, the non-replied messages, it drains the heart.
“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.” -William Shakespere