This is the part of the story where I let go of everything I’ve built, and run to something better.
She dropped his hand, looked up at the darkening sky, and said,
"It’s time to go."
I think we’re like fire and water
I think we’re like the wind and sea.
Don’t promise someone something you’ve already given away.
I found a home in you;
But the walls were rotting.
I hate myself for hating myself just enough to love you.
They call it homesick, but how can I be sick for a home I’ve never known?