We were so small, so fragile in the morning, so tired at night. yet we were. was love a dead end? was love a wasted promise, a mirage in the desert? there’s so much left unsaid between us. yet here we are. older. wiser. estranged.
my heart was yours to break, you chose wisely.
pain is a fucking religious experience when mixed with love.
(…) Track 18 of the dreambox: Coldplay - Sparks
(…) CPT 2001