Being with her… makes me feel as if I'm on cloud 9.
Being with her… makes me feel as if I'm not afraid, as if I can't be afraid, as if I wouldn't – shouldn't – be afraid.
Being with her makes me feel as if I'm not alone, as if I've never been alone, as if I will never… be… alone…
Being with her… Is bittersweet – it's a promise of love, of happiness, of forgiveness, safety…
Loving her, is like I'm on thin ice, like I'm about to fall, and I know she will save me.
Being myself around her, is a chance I am willing to take –
If I lose her, I know it was never meant to be, never will be… was a mistake…
They say: It was better to have loved, and to have lost, than never to have loved at all… but they were wrong, oh, so wrong…
Neither of them are good, neither are bad, neither of them help…
They both make me weak, they both make me strong.
I love her more, I love her less… I love her forever… and always…
Being myself around her is a chance I'm willing to take –
I won't lose her – it was always meant to be…