blessed are the forgetful...

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...for they get the better even of their blunders - Nietzsche

That last kiss, I’ll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes, it harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep, your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling, who knew?

"I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you
And risk another goodbye
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Everytime I don’t
I almost do

(…)

And I confess, babe
That in my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I’d want to try again with you
And I almost do”

-So what’s your excuse?
-For?
-Acting the way we do.
-I don’t like to do what people expect. Why should I live up to other people’s expectations instead of my own?
-So you disappoint them from the start and then you’re covered, right?
-Something like that
-Then you screwed up!
-How?
-You never disappointed me.