Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.
And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.
Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.
And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.
I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don't know if those two things can both be true, but that's how it was.