Real love is hard work. You have to decide if you want it in your story—or… if you’d rather just stay in the dream.

if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track, i’ll be the moon that shines on your path. the sun may blind our eyes; i’ll pray the skies above for snow to fall on the sahara.

...But that’s disregard. You find another friend and you discard as you lose the argument in a cable car, hanging above as the canyon comes between…