They was more than paired up. She's in mouring like a damn widow.
She is a widow.
Oh, to be a bleach-blond cowgirl defying every gender norm, on a journey on a cruel land that feels sorry for no one but rewards you with beautiful nature,
Oh, to be a girl on a horse, who feels every emotion with an intensity that draws you to love deeply and truly and wholly.
And oh, to be free and so true to yourself that you won't be worried to seem too melodramatic to others, because there's nothing as overwhelming as all of this.
*When you love somebody, you trade souls with them. They get a piece of yours, and you get a piece of theirs.
**But when your love dies, a little piece of you dies with them.
*But that little piece of him is still inside you. And he can use your eyes to see the world.
