This is me, naive and immature, before I ran away from home.

This is my boyfriend and I, present. I'm going to title it Desire.

This is my boyfriend and I, in like, his car. I'm going to title it Snowglobe.

This is me, in my new haircut, as well as my new favourite pastime.
Love is wild and reckless. I'd like to buy a vowel and a day please. I'll give you my life's earnings, my life's worth of memories and memories yet, all for you, all for you. We'll ditch the stage, we'll cut the chains, we'll rip the script. We'll run like the winds do, we'll find ourselves in each other, and each other in ourselves. It's never too late, no darling, ever. In this dying earth, our Love remains evergreen, and ever true. True as we define it. True in you, in your eyes, when you tell me that you love me, "I Love You," in that, exact, order.