all the small things

do you know what it feels like to be waiting for you, silently hoping that it's you that would come along? hoping that each peron that passes magically becomes you? yeah. thats how it is. but you'll never know and ill never find out why.

perhaps its fate that were not meant to be. perhaps im over assuming too early. but this is how things are when you crash too early too hard. you pick out every little detail and make something out of it. whether it'd be for the good or the bad.

ive only been hit like this by one other person in my life. and, i have to say, that you've made things much harder. but thank you. thank you for waking me up from this dream that i've been living in.