Lion Head Mesa heaven's not enough

and, gods forbid, if they ever do, you know that we will protect you from them, she leans back, head tipped toward the sandstone ceiling in order to avoid the harshness of the sun which cascaded over them both. if that is what you would wish, at least.
i know i would give anything to tear into them.
do you ever wish things had been different? do not afraid to be honest with me. i of all people will certainly not judge you, a wistful laugh parts from her lips, then, dissolving as soon as it reaches the desert air. sometimes i wonder what things would have been like if-- you know. none of that had never happened.