Old Souls — Nikita Gill There is a beautiful thing inside you that is thousands of years old. Too old to be captured and poems. Too old to be loved by everyone but loved so very deeply by a chosen few.
Don't tell me to be happy when you're the only thing that can do that. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat just to see you because screw all this I'm not happy without you