She spoke in tomorrow, without Yesterday.
n u m b.
And maybe this isn’t love, but goddamn it could be.
I think it’s time to protect my heart again.
Your love was a paradox:
both my umbrella and storm.
Because waves of love shouldn’t drown you out at sea.
Let everything terrible happen to you in a beautiful way
My mind’s ready to let go but my heart isn’t.
She was growing restless from the sadness in her heart.
We loved the only way that we knew how: recklessly.