I guess this is what happens when you fall for someone you barely know.
You fall for the idea of them, not who they really are.
It was pathetic of me to think we actually had a chance. I understand, we both have our own problems to bear and deal with but I guess I just thought we could just get lost in each other and forget about everything together.
We could have been each other's drug. If I get a buzz just from seeing you, I can't imagine what it would feel like with your lips against mine.
Maybe I'll find you one day; when I finally have myself figured out.
Maybe I'll find you when I come back to this suffocating town just to sit and get a cup of coffee. And maybe, just maybe, I'll find you. Sitting at the other end of the café with that same smile I've come to both love and hate.
Maybe then we'll have a chance.
Until then, I am sorry.
I was wrong.
a.j.
