What do you live for? Would you die for it?
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
Maybe the start line was supposed to be your finish line. Don’t be afraid to walk backwards.
What is nothing to you, can be love to me
Some lessons are only delivered in the form of pain.
The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.