You are woven into the fabric of my life like a zigzagging, wrong-colored thread. It ruins the whole pattern and it’s all I can see. But pulling it out would eff up the whole thing.
We have way too much past to ever have a future.
I honestly cannot think of anything else I would have loved to do more on my last night in Conroe. It was just… nice. Like everything was back in place.
You can be the techno DJ, and I’ll be the girl who sings the bridge.