sometimes we have to be with the wrong person in order to compare. i would erase the past if i could, but in so many ways, it left me so bruised and battered that all i could do was go with a kind man that would treat me like his treasure.
I can't even begin to think of how to explain the way that I feel when I look up to see you standing there. Especially when you are looking at me first and our eyes meet for a second - a second that is just filled with the most intimate innocence of love
"I will find that place again in the sun, and I won't lose track this time, and I won't be made bitter by senseless ridiculous acts of people I once cared for. I will let it go, I will let it go, I will let it go!!!
You could have deleted everything between "live" and "and"... the ratio between the cold and dead time and the time of things living is so great, it's a number that almost doesn't exist. Why waste time not being gobsmacked by the fact of your existence?