maybe someday we can talk about our past and we can talk about the weather. whenever you leave I don’t care what I’m remembered for, I just want to be remembered. because even if I failed you at least I tried, and maybe our lives don’t add up now but someday our graves will look the same when we both die. and if I had a chance, I’d give you one last kiss, and I’d bite down on your lip, and I’d try to puncture it so you’ll never forget that time. but you’ll always regret. and darling I know sometimes life will take a turn for the worst, and sometimes life will even hurt. and I know some days you’ll be afraid of the lessons you’ll have to learn, and some days you’ll even feel burned, and I want lo let you know that I want to love you through them.