Someday, I'll write to you. I'll write a love letter, a letter of summer, of how we couldn't last through the rains.
If you ever want to read, you will find it inscribed on the walls of the city of poets and lost loves, this city that we fail to be a part of. We have loved and we have lost, and we will sing of it one day, like all lovers do. It was a love story, obviously.