One day we’ll wake up and call each other.
Our voices will be monotone.
We won’t really have anything to talk about.
We’ll go through our photos.
Make ourselves see how good it was.
We’ll look at each other and see why we fit.
Determine the pros and cons of staying together.
It’s just not that good anymore.
It’ll all end that way.
Not because anything is dreadfully wrong.
We’ll just be bored.
Everything will go back to how it was before.
Except that we won’t be a couple.
Just two people who coexist.
I can talk to guys at bookstores and fall a little bit in love with a perfect stranger every day.
You can pick up girls at the baseball field that you always thought were better than me.
But we’ll always have us.
For now, let’s stay us and hold off until later.

what songs sung
from
this
cloud

conducted
of
silver lining
get back
on
that
cloud

she sings to me
an
symphony
?















..
..
.

Wish I was born earlier
Wish that we met before
And Wish that our love story
Was made before already
But he oppossed,
"Honee... Best time is now, not before not later"
And that's when I stopped wishing.