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?