My life is cluttered with the remnants of every time I've fallen in love: counters and walls adorned with exotic souvenirs, collections of fine perfumes, scarves draped over bedposts, shirts tucked away in drawers, silver around my wrist, mixtapes hiding in the stereo... all tokens from the three men who mattered most. Look around, and read the story of our love between the lines of mementos.
Oh, what a thing, to love so fearlessly.
They say this life is collected in things we put in our pockets and people we could have married.Well, my darling,
I carry your heart with me,
(I carry it in my heart.)
Where do we go from here, lover? It's the age-old question, and it's time for an answer.