She
I saw you smiling today, not at me obviously, but smiling nonetheless and it felt like a cozy blanket on a dark, cold night, like a warm hug that enveloped me whole. It just felt like the comfort i need in copious amount to keep up with myself.
They say we should heal on our own rather than looking for people or things as distractions to run away from our situation. But, how can I find peace in myself when it's like a constant weight crushing me down and I'm just holding onto a thin thread of made up fascination for someone like you, someone who doesn't deserve the baggage, someone I know is better off without me. How is the saddest of realities saving me from my wrath? How is the saddest of outcomes, one that I'm well aware of saving me? And it all comes down to is a series of unanswered questions and unwanted mails.
