I want to tell you that the whole world is a really, really beautiful place and that I would know because I’ve seen most of it and I want to share it all with you.
Does that make sense?
Can we be lovers until we die?
Would that be ok?
Please don’t look at me with those eyes.
They make me feel sick, and I get nervous and play with the ring you gave me years ago.
I remember what you said when it all went wrong.
I try to smile when I think of you.
We fight too much.
This is our life and always will be.
This is our life intertwined.
Everything is beautiful we’ll be ok.