Meetings and partings repeat and repeat.

 

We come together as strangers, we bond, we rely on one another and eventually come to not be able to leave.

In the end, we still do, in hope that we'll meet again. But things change... People change. We might never get back what we used to share.

If I had known, I would have cherished every second we had together.

 

I would have been more honest with you... and with myself.

 

 

 

Meetings and partings repeat and repeat.

 

I'm tired.

 

So let's just go...Somewhere Only We Know.