How many times will it take to get this thing right?
Time. Love. Beginnings. Angels that give us something to pray for, something to live for. It's exhilarating and it's special. If it were real I'd tell you that something from above was looking out for us, some sort of divine intervention that ended in a period, never to be continued or changed. I'd tell you how much you mean to me and you'd know all the things in my heart. I'd tell you all I was willing to give up so you could be happy, so we could be together.
It's nice to know we still exist. It's nice to know we still have the same cuts and bruises as before and that we're still writing about love.
Don't let anyone tell you how unoriginal you are, or give you a false sense of potential.
This time, we will start anew. We will listen to those voices in our heads that we ignored for so long. We will walk down our own paths and maybe one day, those paths will cross and something special will happen. Until then keep your eyes peeled for that which burns inside, and lifts you up toward the heavens.
