I’m scared today, more than I told you I was yesterday, give me a moment to catch my breath, and hold me every second left. Proud of me, that’s the only way I want you to be, look at me and love what you see.
I won’t make it alone, I need something to hold.
Kiss me on my shoulder, and tell me it’s not over, I promise to always come home to you, remind me that I’m older to be brave, smart, sweet, and bolder, and don’t give up on what we’re trying to do, don’t count the miles, count the “I love you”s.
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