I don’t want to run away with you because I wanna run away. I want to run away with you because you and I are the only truly awesome people I’ve ever met. And I’m tired of doing stuff that only matters to people less awesome than us.
That’s not a dream. A dream is something that fills up the emptiness inside. The one thing that you know, if it came true, all the hurt would go away. You singing ‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ in front of a sold-out crowd is not a fantasy. It’s an inevitability.