I Want To Take Back At Least

I'm A Firm Believer That Every Person, Young Or Old, Has At Least One Good Story To Tell.

It's Gonna Hurt Because It Matters.

If There Wasn't A Word For It, Would We Realize Our Masochism As Much?

We Stay This Way Until Twilight Colours The Window And The Hour Calls Me Home

And I Find Myself Saying, “it Wasn’t Really About Her.” And Finding It’s True. What Do You Mean?” Norah Asks. It Was About The Feeling, You Know? She Caused It In Me, But It Wasn’t About Her. It Was About My Reaction, What I Wanted To Feel And Then Convinced Myself That I Felt, Because I Wanted It That Bad. That Illusion. It Was Love Because I Created It As Love.