“ After all, how often do we get a second chance? ”
If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I'd be soaring in flight.
~ Jay Asher
No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.
I can't. You can't rewrite the past.
Maybe if I forgot things once in a while, we'd all be a little bit happier.
