Maybe we’ll live and learn. Maybe we’ll crash and burn. Maybe you’ll stay, maybe you’ll leave, maybe you’ll return. Maybe another fight. Maybe we won’t survive, but maybe we’ll grow- we never know- baby, you and I… we’re just ordinary people. We don’t know which way to go, ‘cause we’re ordinary people…
Maybe we should take it slow.
Take it slow.
This time, we’ll take it slow.

(I’m very nearly ashamed of how fast and hard my heart was beating, when you pulled me into your arms last night. We can do this, babe… but in the meantime, let’s just take it slow.)