January 03/10 - 7:47 p.m.

We're both little people,
with those crazy huge dreams.
We're both just trying to make it,
try not to break it.
Maybe for once something will work out,
for a second, maybe we could breath again.
Maybe.

I suppose I'm fighting this until the end,
waiting for that day we can sit back together,
and know it's over.
Finally.

People say if it was meant to be, it wouldn't be this hard.
But they don't know us.
And all i know is it isn't worth it, if you don't have to fight for it.
Maybe that's just me.

We both know what it's like to be alone,
but I swear, as long as you make this last,
you'll always have my hand to hold.