Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when he
hurt you so badly?”
Kellan:“It was love
because it was worth it.

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I'd be soaring in flight.

if my love were an ocean ,
There would be no more land.
If my love were a desert ,
You would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
Late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings ,
I'd be soaring in flight.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?