Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.
But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.
You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.
We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.