I think it’s ok to forget sometimes.

Because at the end of the day, I’m always going to remember what my values are.

I think it’s ok to let go of yourself sometimes.

Because I’ll always know where to find myself.

I think it’s ok to be mad sometimes.

Because it makes the good things feel better.

I think it’s ok to be crazy sometimes.

Because I could never stand norms anyways.

I think it’s ok to think that you’re in love sometimes.

Because if it is love, I know one day when I’m all loved out, I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you over and over and over again.

How do you know for certain anyways?