To think that I thought I couldn’t do it, to give up so easily without even trying, is and was very pathetic of me. I don’t know how I expect myself to grow and develop as an individual, if I just simply run and hope for the best, thinking that it’ll lead me somewhere.
No. I will not fucking be like you. How am I honestly suppose to believe in myself when you think so little of me. What is wrong witchu? Geez.
Everything is happening at such a fast rate, I’m struggling to keep my feet moving. I can’t keep up with it all.
We were up high, up in the sky where we dare to only dream of flying. My eyes fixed on you alone, just as my heart craves you and only you. I’m right where I want to be, here with you, just you and I, us, captured in a moment. Isolated from the world, it doesn’t slow down for us. Time is priceless. The city lights shimmered across the horizon scattered here and there, shining brightly just as the stars twinkle in the dark night where wishes are hoped and dreamed of. That one day or someday sooner or later, the possible is inevitable. Just as this moment unfolds, I’ve been longing for this and time has taken its place. Reality is certain that we we’re meant to be.
I know it’s nothing, I know it’s not going anywhere yet I can’t help but question what if? What if you change your mind, what if you want the same too and what if it all came true? But then again, I’m just hoping for too much. I’m allowing myself to get hurt. It’s like I’m setting myself up, as if I’m willing to fall. Why? Because you make me happy and because of that, it’s worth it.