You know where I'm coming from, when I say what I say. It's not about last night.
It's more about the things to come. To lose you to spring breaks, that you view as accepter, but it wounds me to thatthis can't last forever on love alone. I seem to recognize your radiance. "Perhaps it's time you spread your wings. You know, fly?
That's all I can tell you." But I don't do so weel with change. But I can't live this way foever. ("I don't know what you are looking for, but I know it's not here")