Falling in love is like a photography dark room. At first you’re lost,
in the dark, scared and disoriented. Then slowly, your eyes adjust and you
begin to see things you didn’t before. Things aren’t scary anymore. The smell
of the chemicals becomes a part of your skin, just as there can’t be a me
without you. But the best part is how everything that scared you can create
such beautiful things.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
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