There will never be enough time for us. Or the right circumstances that fit us together just like that. We just have to live of those small summer bits, from way before. Just nice memories to keep us on. Just a small secret out of our reach.
Life just placed us so diferently. In my mind it will be one those half finished stories, that will make me keep awake at night. Making up the endings, if only's. We never get enough the right time. Never do I get the right words. The memories that won't fit in just right. That just is what it is.