“Yes. I’m going to sink into what I feel for you. I’m going to sink into the good times and the scary shit. I’m going to sink with you, because I’m tired of drifting and treading, never committing to anything. I want to sink with you.”
“Give any idea time to sink in. If it sinks let it go. If it rises to the surface, go with it.”
“So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.”
“Now that I have you back, I’m never letting you go. That’s a promise. I’m not letting you go again.”
“I’m going to do what you did,” it ran, “only I’m going to do it quicker, better and for more money. Because I’m me.”
“I experienced that sinking feeling you get when you know you have conned yourself into doing something difficult and there's no going back.”