I don't think I've ever been so infatuated with anyone, so in love. It's everything about you. I'm not even bothered by how awkward and socially retarded I acted when we finally got to spend some time alone. And I don't care if we'll never be a real couple. Because it's the kind of love that need not flourish. The fact that it exists, is amazing enough. You were everything I had hoped you would be, and nothing I feared. You're not perfect, far from it, but the thing is, neither am I. We met half way, well at least in my version of things we did. I can't even see clearly anymore. All my senses are engored by your fiber. Your smell, your taste, your laugh, they echo in my heart. I can't stop shaking. I can't stop laughing. The game has changed it seems. This time in a way I didn't think was possible. And I'm loving every minute of it.
An ending I saw from a mile away, but still, it takes me by surprise, when the truth shines clear and bright. I can't even pretend I didn't know all along. It's just so personal this time, and so profoundly more complicated. I guess it was just another silly dream. You were too in love with yourself to notice me falling apart at your feet, and I was too busy holding on tight, to realise the ground beneath me was sinking. I hope that one day we meet again, and when you see me, your heart stops. We'll look at each other and remember how things used to be. But as we both know - you pushed me away. I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say there was no one else you'd rather be with and that you'd rather be alone than without my hand in yours. I wanted that person from the beach, telling the whole world that our friendship will never die.
An ending I saw from a mile away, but still, it takes me by surprise, when the truth shines clear and bright. I can't even pretend I didn't know all along. It's just so personal this time, and so profoundly more complicated. I guess it was just another silly dream. You were too in love with yourself to notice me falling apart at your feet, and I was too busy holding on tight, to realise the ground beneath me was sinking. I hope that one day we meet again, and when you see me, your heart stops. We'll look at each other and remember how things used to be. But as we both know - you pushed me away. I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say there was no one else you'd rather be with and that you'd rather be alone than without my hand in yours. I wanted that person from the beach, telling the whole world that our friendship will never die.
