I want you to tell me everything you’re afraid to say. Every honest thought, every hidden confession, every line that you’ve bitten back because you were terrified I wouldn’t feel the same. Trust me, I do.
See, the real freedom is in trusting, is in throwing our caution to the wind, is in embracing what we cannot plan or know or even understand, is in allowing ourselves to be vulnerable.
Maybe I’m a dreamer, but when I fell into you, I knew.
We’re not lost, we’re just moving. We’re heading into a new direction, we’re rediscovering who we are in the wake of tragedy or change. We’re becoming. We’re growing. We’re moving along this crazy life path and one day it won’t feel like we’re stumbling around.
I want our love to blossom, to grow, to change, to calm, to spark, to shatter expectations.
I’ll say goodbye in silence, each tear running down my face like a promise of my love.
He is nonexistent here, only alive in my memory.
And I want to keep him there.
Let’s run barefoot
through this little town, lets race
along the edge of the highway,
our soles leaving paths behind us.
“Together we are proving the power of dance music knows no bounds.”
I wish you’d tell me that you’re sorry. That you didn’t mean the words you said without thinking, that you’d take them back if you could. That all the pain you’ve caused will heal because you never wanted it to be this way, and that you’re longing for my forgiveness. But I know you won’t.