Harper
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
He’s glad to hear it, even if it makes his own chest twinge. No matter how he’d moved on, or how they’d continued to be friends, it would never be fully easy to hear. “Maybe there will be, in time.” And if there wasn’t, then they didn’t deserve her anyway. He had loved her dirty and bruised on the edge of that bridge, and he would love her even with all her flaws magically washed away. But the timing wasn’t right. He isn’t sure if it ever will be given their histories, but he hopes things will change for the better. He can’t keep having nights like last night. Something has to give.
“Can we…maybe do this more often? No strings, no expectations. Just keeping each other company?” As he’d said, he doesn’t have many friends anymore, and nobody knew him as well as Phoebe. It would be nice to make an active effort to be friends. It would certainly be easier now, with the empty house making it easier to socialize without the frostiness between her and Maeve.
“Can we…maybe do this more often? No strings, no expectations. Just keeping each other company?” As he’d said, he doesn’t have many friends anymore, and nobody knew him as well as Phoebe. It would be nice to make an active effort to be friends. It would certainly be easier now, with the empty house making it easier to socialize without the frostiness between her and Maeve.
But I would love you in any form you take
