Yearners always soften my heart. I understand the uke—when you love someone, you already accept that what you give may never come back to you. You stay, not because you are chosen, but because being loved a little feels better than being alone with nothing. （￣へ￣）
Yearners always soften my heart. I understand the uke—when you love someone, you already accept that what you give may never come back to you. You stay, not because you are chosen, but because being loved a little feels better than being alone with nothing. （￣へ￣）