Confession:
You, my love, are my Frodo.
I’d walk to the fiery depths of Mordor for you.
You, my love, are my Frodo.
I’d walk to the fiery depths of Mordor for you.
Every time I think I’m finally ready to let this go; I see you, or think of you or the times we shared, laughs we had, and it hits me all over again, like a double decker bus.