You don't know what love is.
This is what love is:
I'm sleeping in the backseat
as Carter drives us

I could stand here all night trying to convince you,
but what good would that do?
My offer stands, and you must choose.

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—