its not in our hands.

i listened to that song on repeat probably 7 times just now. each time i felt the way i did when i listened to it with you. parked outside my house, in your car at 2am. listening to you, drunk, telling me how much i mean to you and how you will never let me go. things fall apart so other things can fall together and every one little thing happens for a bigger something else. its all relative and all takes us to the corner of destiny and fate. its not our hands.