I'd have to bear the burden of cowering when I see you, because it scares me, it scares me that you'll see too much light in my eyes it'll blind you away. And that my thoughts would make you want to run for the hills or maybe make you believe that I am nowhere else fitting.
I falsify truth and imagine until it becomes half lie and half reality, I am in the depths of my own dream almost vivid that I thought you were true.
I love how I can manage to tell in writing how you meant to me. I am writing this because I once read something the same, that goodbyes are better when written. And that we're ending before we could even start.
I'd love to tell the story of how it started, how my heart started to race at the sight of you, or even the thought of your name popping in my head would make my stomach quiver, but as I'm writing this I owe to myself that this is the last time it will. And that I would only at the very least smile when our eyes would meet. Because it will never be, and it was not really meant to be, because all the signs read otherwise, and the stars just don't like to tell us why. And that the confrontation should have made me stop because we were broken in our own ways and ready is not even a close word to define our standing. So goodbye my first 'could be' and I promise, you will always make me happy in your own ways, and that you had your place, in me.
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