I don’t believe in this sort of thing, you know…but if I did? Yeah, I’d be hoping that even though we keep going off in a thousand directions, every now and again we get together for a short moment and it’s right. It isn’t perfect and we’re not always happy and, yeah, we end up crying and regretting and forgiving and falling asleep, to wake in the morning ready to head off again. But it’s right.
But I don’t believe in this sort of thing, and your lullabies don’t work anymore. I wish you would accept this and move on. Because I love you, and that’s all there is to it.
- rabbithearted
