So here I am,
Running away.
"Don't fall in love", I tell you.
But you're not listening.
I mean what I say, I always do.
We hold hands and you give me butterflies.
I am 16 again.
I am strangely nervous about giving you my body.
Only when the time is right, only when the universe approves.
There will be love, there will always be love.
