Agreed. I would. ❤ is good poison. Reciprocal love (the best kind) grows a soul - whether two openly live in it or it just lives on in two apart. I like the part of me that drinks the poison, sans hesitation. Love is only undecided when we choose confusion. It only hurts when we willfully abuse or are abused by those we love. -m
Roses aren't always red & violets aren't exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth. Smiles aren't always happy & frowns aren't always upset, people judge too quickly & our feelings are what they forget.