It's kinda like finding out that
Romeo and Juliet must die-
It's the realization that
the only way to have snow
is if it's freezing.

I never asked for a "perfect" love-
I asked for an honest one.

I can handle the tragedies,
And the freezing cold;
The unfolding beauty that comes after
is worth it-
but don't ever,
ever tell me
that it's not supposed to be this way.

"it is supposed to be this way..."

Naive to believe
that there's nothing that i can't handle....
Although,
In the scheme of things there's a few things that could break me,
But all my heart ever cries for is honesty-
I can accept that Romeo and Juliet must die...