Forgotten midnight drives, forgotten laughters in the dark, forgotten hands tightened when worlds started spinnng. Forgotten flashes from cameras documenting the time spent, forgotten summer promises and forgotten worlds. Forgot the rest.
Loving someone is easy, but loving someone with their faults and charms isn’t a part-time job. You’ll fail, so just violate each other and pretend you know what it means. This generation is God’s punchline.