"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain."
What if all I am is the broken lyrics of a broken song on a broken record held gently in the broken hands of a broken man? What if despite all that I was still the song that made you smile?
