Incase you haven’t noticed: they aren’t the same person. The boy who gives me butterflies and awkward moments isn’t the same one who makes me question why I stick around. They are two very separate, very intriguing boys. Day and Night to say the least, yet they both bring out the very best and the very worst in me. It’s utterly exhausting.

But I just thought I would clear that up for the masses.

If I could choose then don’t you think I would? I need the moon just as much as the sun for me to bloom.