And even if things don't work out we will always have those years where all we knew was us.
Where all that mattered was us.
Where we knew that our love was different and the strongest of all.
Where I know that it still is.
I know you'll realize it one day.
When you do I will be here waiting with my arms wide open.
Waiting to fall into beauty again.
Waiting to start dreaming again.
Waiting for hope.
Waiting for you.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
And even if things don't work out we will always have those years where all we knew was us.
Where all that mattered was us.
Where we knew that our love was different and the strongest of all.
Where I know that it still is.
I know you'll realize it one day.
When you do I will be here waiting with my arms wide open.
Waiting to fall into beauty again.
Waiting to start dreaming again.
Waiting for hope.
Waiting for you.
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