First Stop
To be able to describe what this is would be saying that I am able to tell you that there is only one answer to a question.

Life is not just one question, nor is it one answer. It is a string of questions, observations, and assumptions.
First Stop
The History of Love: a novel.
I’m loved because I love. I’m hated because I hate.
You’re. My. Balloon.
I stay up and think of you….
Happily. Ever. After.
And all the things you do…
It really is like magic
In my eyes, and my eyes only…
Can’t get you out of my mind…
A little different than my normal gifs.
Do you turn left, when nothings right? or do you turn right, when nothing's left?