god i’ve turned into this cynical mess. angry when i read beautiful letters wishing in another lifetime…when the other person is ready...that they could try again.
i wish i could tell you that the chemistry between us has always felt palpable from the moment i met you. but i would write these imaginary stories of could, would, should…things i wish you’d do.
i think that’s what happens when you have a big imagination and a wistful heart. it makes you yearn for all the pretty romantic things that you read in the books. watch in the movies. witness in real time…as your friends find partners…and wonder if there’s something about you that makes you…unlovable…or just scared of love and vulnerability itself.
anyways i haven’t stopped crying over you. it’s kinda ridiculous.
somehow…there’s always a little hope in my mind that wonders if one day in the future…our paths will cross…and our eyes will meet. and i’ll still be in love with you…after all this time.
—but that’s just for the books isn’t it?
- pinkfluffyclouds