strange

Im in love with a city.
Im in love with a dream. Im in love with my life and my expectations.
I have three big loves, and you are number four.

You can't come higher than number four, because true friendship never ends, right?
And even if I wanted to raise you higher than a four,
that's impossible. I can't lie.

I got to thinking about the past.
Your past, my past, everyone's past.
So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.

Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back?
Maybe you have to let go of who you were, to become who you will be?
Let go of the mistakes you've made, you can't do anything to change them anyway.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate?
Without them, what would shape our lives?
Perhaps if we never turned off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do people.
People come into your life and people go.
But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart.