I let go of your hand to help you understand.
I was with you all along.
Know that I was never gone.
I am tired of chasing.
It’s time to begin, isn’t it?
I get a little bit bigger,but then I’ll admit.
I’m just the same as I was
Now don’t you understand,
that I’m never changing who I am.
I’m out of touch, I’m out of love.
I’ll pick you up when you’re getting down
and of all these things I’ve done, I think I love you better now.
There was a time when you could tell the world that you,
you knew I would fight for you.
But now I know that I can let you go, ‘cause I wrote the last song I’ll write for you.
A moment, A love, A dream, A laugh, A kiss, A cry, Our rights, Our wrongs…
Songs of desperation, I played them for you…
It won’t stop ‘till it’s over…
The space between what’s wrong and right, is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you. The space between your heart and mine, is the space we’ll fill with time ..
"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
— The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008)
