Was it 10 or 13,
She never told me.
Were we meant or repent,
I never notice.
Will our hands collide again in July?
Will the wrinkles on our hands age at the same time?
I thought I cared about them. Only to realize it doesn’t matter.
Cause every moment we get older, at least we’re growing together.
Forevers a long time, so why does 10 or 13 matter?
Cause if I can hold your hand forever, who cares about the folds that’s just human.
Cause as we grow old together, our love just built stronger.
We fill it with time, and memories with each other.
Our body may get fragile, but our love’d be a castle.
That went through strenuous fires, from canons of others.
So I asked myself again, was it 13 or 10?
Does it matter, in the end.
With our love and connection?
