I am damned.
Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell / How I wish I would save my soul./ I'm so cold from fear.
We only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make.
I cant even know if you are there. And even if you'd be, where would you be? You need to be with someone that can be there for you. With you. By you.
Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile.
Always missing. The faint interaction that I want to believe occurs, though with no basis.