“These are the hands of fate, you’re my Achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real. And I never saw you coming, and I’ll never be the same.”
I just saw this photo on Tumblr and I don’t even know what to feel. So many emotions in a span of 24 hours and I’m tired of all the drama and all the shits and all the pretensions and fake, imposing people.
Something’s clear to me though: we always cry because it matters.
I cried beside you inside that sad, yellow room when an Alison Krauss song starts playing on the radio. I cried because I’m weak and you’re so damn important to me.
And you will always be.