And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.
Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.
Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.