I should have proposed that night in your room." "I should have let you.

I let myself be sad. I let myself think of him.

And I know it's over, but it's the same way I felt when you broke up with me.

Leave it to you to find beauty in something others would say ruins a day.

All the talk in the world won't undo what we are. They put us in a corner we could never get out of on our own, and they're not in a rush to pull us out.

I only wish I knew that you'd actually want to be with me when that time is over.

Could it be that simple? Tell one story to one generation and repeat it until it was accepted as fact?