I don’t like waiting. Most of the time I like to get what I want, when I want it and if I don’t get it when I want it, somedays I want to give up on even wanting it anymore.
Does love endure long suffering? Does love have a reward or does love just love?
Distance separates lust from love, but what happens when you love to lust for the one you love?
Aguanta hasta febrero
Para hacerte el amor como un loco furioso
Overseas, it’s hard to see this love lasting endlessly. I don’t know if this wait is what it’s supposed to be. I’m sorry to give up on a love overseas. I give up ~ Lo Siento