The more that people found out about what we were and meant to one another, the more the love faded. You were scared of me in public, not really scared, but ashamed my love. I know nothing about love anymore, but I know I felt happiness when I was with you, every problem disappeared and I felt at peace, but I ratted your mind and I never offered you the peace you offered me. I’m sorry I wanted to fix what was not broken. I love you and I always will.

You’re my firefly, my little hawk, why do you cry?

On the 4th of July we’re all gonna die.