Diana Leaney López Ruano

drive drive on keep going go on when you have to leave and drive and go go on keep driving unitl you can't anymore blast the music and roll the windows don't stop keep driving go as far as you can go and when you hit the end of the road don't stop keep drivng just turn around and come back home. remember that you will always have a home.

You know? I'm not exactly sure what love is.  I am yet to discover what Frankie meant by 'L is for the way you look at me'  However, I have discovered what it surely could not be... .. .  Love is not jealousy. Love is not owning someone. Love is not hating them if they are not with you. Love is not wanting them so badly that it hurts. No. I'm sure they have nothing to do with love. i don't think love is hesitancy. i don't think love is regret. i don't think love is tears. i don't think love is or fear. Definetly not those. They don't make any sense. Oh call me a dreamer, delusional, or fantasist... but I don't want to believe that love is any one of these things. How could they be? Maybe love is not having a someone for yourself... .. . but maybe its giving of yourself to that someone... .. . Maybe? Here i am, trying to figure it out. I may find out tomorrow, or it may take me a while. Trial and error seems like a better plan than none. ...