even though he's gone... he's not gone. he's everywhere and he's everything. the city lights talking in morse code, flickering on and off throughout the day. the song playing on the radio. you, tapping your pen right now. he'll never be gone in any sense of the word.
Loving me is a trap, once you tell me I hold you to it and I love you no matter what, I cling to your side and never let go until I stop breathing. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before mon tout, but I have only found out because of you