Our love is like Ancient Rome, it was strong, it was powerful, and it was there. As time goes on will our love? But now, it’s as if we are the buildings of Ancient Rome, we are here, we are weak, we will break. It’s as if we knocked cautiously on the ancient door, a weathered, wooden thing covered in dust and cobwebs, no matter how careful and cautious we are, it will fall.
February 9, 2010