And I never wanted to be owned. But I guess I always wanted you to pretend that you thought I was worth owning. Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to the understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful just to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leaving footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same. What's meant to be will always find a way. He doesn't make sense I don't make sense. Together we make sense.