what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.

Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

solder. this is meand you together