there will be a time where this all fades,

and we’ll become stories

and all that’s left will be our love.

maybe somewhere,

somehow 

history may be kind to us

and remember what we were,

rather than who we became, 

but if your hearing this 

then please

let us be more than

the tragic tale 

of what happed to our love.

but if history is not kind

to us,

if she makes her choice,

i pray that our love lasts 

in the stories she will tell

i hope we last…

withstanding the test of time

because darling 

we were meant to.

i hope history will remember,

the good,

and the way we fell in love

but if not

maybe

in another lifetime, 

a kinder one

we’ll be remembered 

together rather than 

being torn apart.

i don’t want our story

to be remembered 

as one where fate 

did not go our way 

and we lost each other.

because all i wanted 

in this life 

was to be remembered 

with you.

–it was the test of time and the price was our love.