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  • I’ve committed reverse-inspiration. I answered the following question from ttimshel with a song:

    Hypothetically speaking,

    if you only had one opportunity to tell someone you loved them before they moved away, would you? if it meant jeopardizing your friendship, putting your real feelings out there, being exposed of the risks involved - they either accept or decline - would you do it? 

    i am not in this situation but if i were, let’s just say, i wouldn’t know what to do. what would you do

         Worth the risk

    I played out the scene
    a hundred times in my mind;
    I got up the courage to tell you
    I wish you were mine.
    But you left on that train,
    and I haven’t heard from you since.
    Now everyone asks,
    "Was it worth losing a friend?"

    I say I have no regrets,
    and if I could, I’d tell you again.
    Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
    a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.

    When you didn’t say, “I’ll stay,”
    I felt the pain on my face,
    but my heart started healing
    the moment you stepped on that train.
    Better to put you to rest
    than never know.
    A life of “coulda been”
    will rot a soul.

    I say I have no regrets,
    and if I could, I’d tell you again.
    Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
    a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.

    The only way we control
    the way our story unfolds
    is to be all in with our chips
    on love’s risk.

    For Chelse at m00nme and Jimmy, whose father decided to leave too soon. Much love. — Kavalier

         What My Father Meant To Say Before He Left

    My son, don’t waste a second of your youth.
    The body slowly breaks down as it’s used.
    So use it for good before you leave.

    My son, take the poison of true love.
    Once you have a taste, you’ll depend on the drug.
    So use it ‘til you’re addicted and weak.

    My son, stare death in the eye and know you aren’t afraid.
    One day dying will seem like a much-needed change.
    So use it when you’ve lost the will to play.

    I’m sorry I lost the will to play.