between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.

You said, "I'll be right back baby.
Daddy will be back."
Minutes becomes hours
Days became weeks
Months became years.

I lost count, until one day,
You came to




my wedding day.

theres a breaking point inside of us.
it can be hard to find.
we are all made out of glass, and we act as if we arent breakable.
we treat ourselves with caution,
yet neglect every other fragile thing around us.