How do you give love another chance when there's no more pieces of you left to give? Would you take a chance at happiness risking spiraling into deptless depression and eternal agony? There's too much at stake, but maybe a choice to weakly reach out is met by strong hands grasping you up. Is that really what happens when you chance your heart?
How do you give love another chance when there's no more pieces of you left to give? Would you take a chance at happiness risking spiraling into deptless depression and eternal agony? There's too much at stake, but maybe a choice to weakly reach out is met by strong hands grasping you up. Is that really what happens when you chance your heart?