you're a life ruiner and a friend and the reason I don't want to, all rolled in one fucking beautiful piece of perfection

we argue about god and "god" and God and heaven and hell and existence and sinning and believing.
we're becoming a mess of each other's sleeping voices and first kisses and broken doors.
we do our best to convince ourselves otherwise, but truly, it's difficult staying, and so easy to go.

i wish time would pass us by swiftly, to let us laugh for a while and not grow old.

save the energy drinks, crowded classrooms and fake pretenders until we're done with this life;
we're too busy being faces in the crowd to care right now.

and this is her confession:
she thinks you're trying too hard to be his friend.
i guess the message hasn't gotten through to her yet. 

so maybe it's not about knowing, or seeing, or even believing.
it's about the love.
it's about the "love".
it's about the love?
it's about the love.
just like life.
maybe.
"well, don't look at me; i have no idea."