The Highway

At times I wish I could unmeet you. But then I wonder what kind of a life that would be.

I wouldn't know how it feels to have someone look at you till your knees melt. I wouldn't know what it's like to have your lips memorize someone's name. I wouldn't know that someone's terrified shoulders is where I'd find peace; that you could be deliriously happy enough to touch the sky and have the stars fall on your lap.

I wouldn't have known it’s possible to love someone with every shattered scattered smithereens of your being. I wouldn't know what it's like to have your skin crawl under this weight you're carrying; to scream so loud that no one hears you. I wouldn't have known heartbreak and gut-wrenching pain, but I do, and I wouldn't have it any other way. And if I could, I'd do it all over again.

So, let’s go back.

Let’s go back to the start.

Watch our story unfold with all its ripples.

Point out our favourite chapters and repeat them.

Let’s go back to the start.

Let’s go back.