Times Have Changed

If loving you has become instinct, then what kind of skin-peeling, sinew-tearing pain would it take for me to learn to forget?

If I can turn a blind eye to every betrayal of yours, then what kind of lie would finally be too much for me to bear?

I don't want your vows of eternal love, or your promises to live and die together. I don't need you to say you love me. I only want you to spend time with me now and then, not leave me behind while we're together, and when you do leave, not make it impossible for me to find you. If I can't find you, just explain things to me, then let me throw a little tantrum and act spoiled while you coax me. I'll forgive you, okay?

Does a broken heart have no capacity to love anyone, or to be loved in return?

I can't stop loving you, so let it be you who doesn't love me.

---- "If you had one chance to go back to the past, what would you do?"

---- "I'd treat you a little better. If I couldn't do that, then I should at least make the time we spent apart a little shorter."

Times change, and the world changes with them. The past is gone. Again and again, amid the world's shifting tides, we miss each other, until at last we lose one another.

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