You know, love is supposed to be happy. If it is anything else, something's really wrong. Now, perhaps this is a well known thing, but I realized it recently after struggling with certain facts lately. I've realized some things and although on one hand I hope like hell, they are wrong, on the other hand, I hope they aren't wrong for the simple reason that I can't take fluctuating ambiguity for too long now.
Tomorrow's going to be better, isn't it?