When two rivers meet, it’s called a confluence.
Did someone break it enough times for you to decide it wasn’t worth the risk, it wasn’t worth the reward.
I don’t know if it will ever disappear.
Yes, it is good that you left. That was too many tears, too much sadness, too much, too much for one girl to take.
And now I see the world without you.
I wonder which memories you kept.
So maybe we aren’t written in the stars.
I learned how easy it is to forget.
What nobody tells you is that when somebody stops loving you, you’re expected to stop loving them.
I meant to sell it earlier, but I wanted to save my money for cross-country plane tickets to see a man about my heart.