Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
I canโt imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my headโthe comfort that wouldโve brought.
But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you Iโll be in love with tomorrow.
And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.
I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.