You weren’t suppose to fall in love with me, the pattern has been broken. You should’ve stayed in and have a normal life. I should’ve flown alone.
I don’t understand it logically. It’s love, isn’t it supposed to be illogical?
It’s true what they said that someday we would break, because you and I can’t collide. You had a pattern and you should’ve followed it. I was not in it.
But then… Maybe it’s not me who broke the pattern. You did.
Because you’re a glitch.
I was too wild to settle down and you were too domestic for my kind of adventure. I moved away from you, but you broke the pattern and you flew with me.
You didn’t let that pattern define you.
You’re the glitch.