Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.
Yet as she spoke, I think I fell for her like you fall asleep.
Slowly, and then all at once.
… It’s all about LOVE but then again...
MAYBE you weren’t the one for ME yet deep down I wanted YOU to be.
