Like the cool gentle breeze on a hot day he came,
and like a flashlight he guided me out of the labyrinth I put myself in.
I fell,
And he gave me his hand.
He told me that I didn't have to be afraid of loosing sight of the ground.
I wasn't afraid of flying,
I was afraid of flying without him.
I wish I could cry on his shoulder.
Hold on to him,
make him look at me in a different way.
I wish I could be one of his priorities,
the one that gives him that pump of adrenaline he loves.
But destiny plays a cruel but fair game,
one leading me down this twisted thing called life.
I still hold on to the dream of me and him.
Tucked away sadly in my pocket.
Who knows maybe destiny will someday allow me that happiness.
