Maybe we were always meant to be, I really hope we are.
Maybe I looked for just a glimpse of you in every person I met.
Maybe I tried, unsuccesfully to meet a copy of you that would actually love me, because I thought you did no more.
Maybe I spent nights trying to erase everything that reminded me of you, leaving just enough to be socially acceptable, keeping the rest in the archives of my mind.
Maybe I still loved you all along and was too scared to never find anyone like you.
Maybe you being in my life now is what I want, forever.
And I know forever is a big word, but I’ve never met anyone, that makes me want to want them so much.
Now read that again without the maybe.
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