In five years time I might not know you
In five years time we might not speak
In five years time we might not get along
In five years time you might just prove me wrong
Oh there’ll be love love love
Wherever you go
There’ll be love
Turned out I was right. She was insulted at the time, and I take no pride in being proved right. Though she still talks to me, I wouldn’t say we get along in the general sense, but if I still do know her, she’s a kind person and wherever she goes there is love first. We were alike in ways of conflict, so I expect that this comes up in her life, but her heart was and is in the right place. So I may have been tactless in putting this on a mix for a girl– maybe more for admitting why it was on the mix?– but the sentiment remains. She was a good person. Even without me, Stephanie has love to give and love around her. Not too shabby for a life.