When I Realized That We’re In The Same City Again
My mind won’t stop. It’s reminding me that we’re in the same city again and all I want to do is be near you.
My mind won’t stop. It’s reminding me that we’re in the same city again and all I want to do is be near you.
I want to believe in love. I want to believe in forever people. I want to believe in the magic of it all.
They knew that when you take someone home you’re obviously not going to be alone. But as they both laid there, they had never felt more alone.
So while you remember how incredibly painful those long, almost drought like feelings were, remember that it was worth it for these moments.
I can see the fact that those decisions I made back then have made me who I am today.
I feel their love when the numbness takes over my entire body and getting out of bed isn’t going to happen that day.
Let’s get real with each other. You’re struggling. I can see it.
Why is it that people being happy and who they are makes us look at them like they’re the insane ones? Why is it the people who love themselves, truly love themselves, conceited and vain?
We can turn the world off for a minute and feel each other. Feel the rhythm that pulses between us.
Whether it was nothing but friendship or something more. You were always going to be a big deal. And you haven’t disappointed.