Anywhere I would have followed you :: Under the Covers

Say Something :: Pentatonix One of my fatal flaws is my ability to fall in love. My heart, always hovering a little too close to the surface, is easily swayed to believe in the promise of that kind of connection and understanding that makes you feel less alone in the world, that makes you feel seen, that makes you feel that you matter. For longer than I can remember I believed in it, in that kind of human collision, in that kind of forever. I don’t think I believe in it any longer. Love is fleeting and fickle. It is … Continue reading Anywhere I would have followed you :: Under the Covers