Present Day  🎼

“I’m sorry for the things I’ve said
I never meant to break you the way you broke
In a distance over bridges
I hear you calling out through the smoke
And I hold my breath while you choke”

Harmony: Are you nervous?

I give her my best attempt at a smile. She returns it, reaching out and touching my hand gently. Her palms are cold and I wonder if she is just as nervous as I am. The whole thing still feels as if it is happening to someone else–one of those dreams that seem will never happen until the day it does.

Cosmo: I don’t think it’s fully sunk in yet.