ana. did you try to live on your own? when you burned down the house and home? did you stand too close to the fire? like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone. when it's time to live and let die and you can't get another try, something inside this heart has died, you're in ruins. one 21 guns, lay down your arms give up the fight.
When we first met you told me that disguise is always a self portrait—how true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements. But this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart. And you should never let it rule your head. You could have chosen any random numberand walked out of here today with everything you worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you? I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you for the final proof.