roll the dice, move back one

We're like Canadian weather. Warm and gorgeous one day, and then back to a cold, windy blur the next.

I want to stop speaking so I stop hurting us both. I don't know what I said, but I see the look on your face. I don't ever want to stop speaking because that's how I can get you to smile. 

I'm too damn scared to risk losing. And what have I got to lose? Everything.

I keep my sunglasses in my bag in the hope that maybe I'll get to wear them for the entire day.