I can love me better than you can

I can buy myself flowers

Write my name in the sand

Talk to myself for hours

Say things you don't understand

I can take myself dancing

I can hold my own hand

I can love me better than you can

This too, shall pass

Once again, time still flies.

Sometimes you think you have found a constant.

Things change, people change, but still it was okay, everyone and everything changes together.

But, do we all change at the same pace? That is the true question. Perhaps not, it may seem.

I guess, change is the only constant.

Everyone deserves what they think they deserve.

Who are we to say otherwise?

I hope we can all find who we deserve, who deserves us back.

This too, shall pass :)