A thousand suns rise from my chest.
Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.
Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.
I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.
Please Mia," he implores. "Don't make me write a song.
I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears.