Things change and life happens, but the ocean stays as an ocean even after seasons pass. Maybe what I’m trying to say is that what I feel for you will remain even after things change. You could walk away and I’ll still feel the way I do right now. You could look at her and tell me you’re sure of her, and I’ll still think of you as often as nuns pray, and as lovers hands intertwine. I could meet somebody new, and I’d still probably be reminded of how youre the one I want, and how I could’ve made things work if I only knew how. What I feel will remain, and I don’t think I could ever get rid of it. Even if I had the chance to, I still wouldn’t.
I don’t think it’ll ever die out (via remastering)















