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Some things in life don't seem to make sense
until you're able to see them in past tense.
But even then some things don't seem to get clearer;
they only fade like watercolor in the rain as you come nearer
to the place where you thought that everything
would be alright;
finally in your sight,
ready for you to hold.

And there you are,
and I want to run to you.
But am I finished running from myself?
I'm ready to fall forever and never get up
from a love that never asks if we'll be strong enough.
And if my heart breaks let it break beneath the waves
that leave me knowing that I loved all I could and never asked for more than that-- never wanted to be saved.