So, okay. Maybe we didn’t work out. Maybe we crashed and burned at the speed of light and had nothing to show for it when we climbed out of the car, with shards of glass and the smell of burning rubber on our skin.

But there were the nights when you played with my hair until I fell asleep. Where you told me what you loved about me, from my head to my toes. Where you always seemed to know what I was thinking.

Maybe we’re a car crash, but there’s no one I’d die for but you.

cut scene: maybe we never would have made it, but i wish we could have tried

by iamt3tra

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