maybe love can be summed up in 100 mins. you lust. you win. you lose.
just moments. fragmented by days. hours. concerts. there’s so little to remember, after it all. but in the moment, it’s real. it feels real. then it passes. like walking outside when you think it’s sunny and you get caught in the rain. it’s just a movie. it’s just a story. it’s just a love story.