old letter

remember that time we thought the world was over?
when i just called you, and cried and cried in my closet?
we said we would run away and i was packing my stuff, and
then we got distracted... and ended up going to sleep together.
i remember you telling me everything was going to be ok.
of course, i believed you. and in the morning, nothing really changed.
we still had eachother. yeah, things were going to be harder.
we would have to see eachother behind closed doors, behind everyone's back.
but maybe things were meant to be this way, secretive.
we hide things we know no one else would understand.