*Mr. Brightside*

Here it is...
A wonderfully creative montage depicting what love means to me...



I am my own mr. brightside... It always starts with a kiss... I'm always getting jealous... They're always taking off some other girl's dress, not mine... My eyes, they're way too eager... And I'm way too naive... But that's what makes me the brightside to other people... I use my angst to make them smile... Deflection? No.
... Survival