I can run like the wind, and I can be still as a stone. But, best of all, I can decide which.

“i’d rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else. i’d rather be beside you in a storm than safe and warm by myself. i’d rather have hard times together than to have it easy apart. i’d rather have the one who holds my heart.”

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised