It's a strange thing, how you can love someone, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them - and they simply don't need you. At the end of the day that's really all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. They'll be the same way with somebody else and someone else will be the same way about you, and this deperate need, this desire, this love, this lust goes onto infinity. Yet once in a rare million, the cycle breaks, and the same two people find themselves needing each other. When that happens, the world shifts, the universe changes colour and suddenly everything starts to make sense. So those of us who still believe, who sit and wait as patiently as ever, looking out the window at the stars, and never forgetting, not even for a second that no matter how long it takes, one day we shall have it all.
I mean seriously, could we just finally find each other already, and then stay together? I guess it wouldn't work, because people always leave, then we have to say goodbye. I left a mess behind, and I'm still not sure I can ever go back. The future needs to unfold a little further if I want to know for certain. It's right around the corner, yet I've never been more afraid to take a step forward. This is it. This is what it means to grow up. And while I can never forget what was done to me, and what I've unleashed upon them, I think at long last, I can at least forgive. Forgive them, and more importantly, forgive myself. Maybe our hearts were just next in line, maybe everything has to break sometimes.
I mean seriously, could we just finally find each other already, and then stay together? I guess it wouldn't work, because people always leave, then we have to say goodbye. I left a mess behind, and I'm still not sure I can ever go back. The future needs to unfold a little further if I want to know for certain. It's right around the corner, yet I've never been more afraid to take a step forward. This is it. This is what it means to grow up. And while I can never forget what was done to me, and what I've unleashed upon them, I think at long last, I can at least forgive. Forgive them, and more importantly, forgive myself. Maybe our hearts were just next in line, maybe everything has to break sometimes.
