therightbastard

Love ain't like the movies
it blisters and bruises
and knocks you about with its fists
It Leaves you a wreckage
all postaged and packaged
and sealed with a Glasgow kiss


But strangely, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

If this is how it has to go, then this is how it has to go.

I've never wondered if she was worth it.

She just is.