Mine

They say time heals all wounds, but what about the scars we cannot see? In silence, we carry oceans of pain, while the world demands visible storms. Sometimes I wonder if our souls bruise like skin, if emotional scars could show like tattoos on our hearts.

They say love is complicated, but it's not love that is complicated. It’s the people that love Love itself is a simple act. It is brewing two cups of coffee in the morning instead of one. It is text me when you get home, It is call me when you see this. It is listening attentively to them talk without saying a word. It is this song reminds me of you