Give and Take

Your love's measured in years and what you're willing to give.

My heart counts the bruises I let you inflict on it. My love's measured in pain and what I'm willing to take.

Yet, we go on.

As time goes, we come to realize that you usually hurt me less and I love you more.

The question

The question is not "can you live with him?" but rather, "can you live without?"

A postcard

Once I got out of the washroom, the group had already left. Cleaning their table, I saw JR left this postcard.