It’s an illusion when you are not strong enough to cry. Love puts you on top of the world, but carries you to pockets of life where you are forced to have no control and be okay with it. There are no roses to smell or no candy to wet your tongue. It’s just you… you and your vulnerability washed up in the “Land of No Control”. There you make a new kind of friendship that involves a lot of tears, silent moments and waiting. It’s okay… I’m there with you… let’s make the best of it….together


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