Love is a far
Love is like something at the tip of your tounge, its right there but you cant quite grasp it. when you do your hands start to sweat from how nerviouse it makes you and it slips right out of your palms. As Close as it is still you reach for it again but find yourself falling, it it then that ou realize that you have accidentaly taken a step back and fell of of the cliff of self-hope-in-yourself and you are falling to your death. suddenly a tree is growing out the side of the cliff and you grab on, only your unable to pull yourself up becasue your still shakeing from the terror of the fall and you are now even more sweaty than e