The dust has settled and I want to write something relaxing and real.
Maybe life is really changing in the way we longed for, but we are clearly back to back but separated by jet lag
I thought I could pretend to be calm. I thought following society would give you the life you want. I thought what you said was no longer just a joke. I thought only at night would I have the courage to say those words.
I just want to give myself the courage to go through a cliché plot and keep you.