We aren’t where we started.
We aren’t where we ended, either.
We’re far away from that place and those moments.
Right now, at this second, the only thing I remember is how you looked at me this morning and the only thing I feel is your eyes on me.
Beaches and sunsets, strawberries with champagne, and cigarettes and skin; this is what I’ll take with me when we return to that place.
This will end.
You will leave me, again.
Other people will burst our bubble, again.
You’ll still know there’s me out there, who loves you more than I’m capable of.
I’ll still wonder if you ever really did.
Whatever happens, I want you to know,
This Paradise was worth the hell that’ll follow