. . . enough, enough.

I wait for the days when I will forget who you are. when the taste of your name sounds old and worn. I wait for the days when I wont remember why I needed you so bad…

. . . .

you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? well, thats what love is like, everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going. -practical magic