the little things.
for all the times we fell in love (the little things that made us smile), for whatever made you and me believe in wonders for a while, for all the luck we haven’t planned (the little thoughts that gave us wings) and for the melodies in songs that only lovers ought to sing. the little things we’ve said and done, they all remind me of nothing but love. for every dream that seemed so far and for the ones that come so close, for all the little steps we take and for the long and winding roads, for all the pain that made us strong and for the love that made us weak, for those who helped us travelling on a sometimes dark and empty street, for every word that’s left unsaid and those that we don’t have to say.
