Goodbyes are for the weak willed.  Loving until it's inconvenient, living until you've spent it all.  Open me up like a book, with pages weathered and torn from trips across the country and car rides on a whim taking me places I'd never thought to go before.  Live with me in the moment, so effortlessly happy with your arms stretched out wide open above your neck.  Start taking chances.  On me, on living carefree, on whatever you enjoy.  Truly.  If it's so easy to break apart, it must not have been worth much to begin with.  Let's set sail, I want to wander with you.