We are cut from the same cloth, and I know that the ties that bind have already been broken once or twice, but still I can't help this feeling. This hope, this prayer, this sinking in my chest cancels them out and I sit here quietly holding my breath, waiting for it all to subside. This is our time, our golden chance, and I've savored every second of it. There are no regrets, no moments I'd take back or trade or rewrite. The only thing I'd wish for is the chance to live it again, whenever I chose.
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