If I ask you what your fear is, I hope you tell me something real. 

If I ask you what you’re passionate about, I hope the fire in your eyes gives me chills.

If I ask what keeps you alive, give me more than your heart.

If I ask why we fell apart, I hope you don’t say it was all my fault. 

It’s these little prayers that get me through.

It’s these little prayers that bring thoughts of you.