need you here to warm my hands, my cold hands.
the danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
the danger is that we know it isn't about love anymore.
and it isn't about how perfect we are in our world.
it's about how perfect we were in theirs.
the danger is that two become one,
and a half of one..
well..
half is not whole.
but now, we must make it so.
