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Endless Love

Every pain. Every emotion. she just wanted to let go. She wanted to feel whole. She wanted to feel herself but
Endless Love reminded her of something she would never have. 11:58 and he was on her mind. She refuse to let anything get to her but the room sped faster than a nascar race. She blocked to let go. She didn’t hate anyone. Just the emotions that crept in the middle of the night. She didn’t mean to say hello. She realized that deep down inside there something she was holding back. It was you. Maybe you don’t feel the same but she was in love and she wanted something that she knew she couldn’t have. How do you deal with a feeling that is never returned..
You don’t. You just live. You live with that emotion till you’re writing about it at 12 in the morning with a trash can in front of you. We wait till the storm ends to go out. But I’m the girl to dance in the rain in hopes of you showing up one day.

Can You Pass Me the Remote?

And in complete silence, he casually got dressed, as if she wasn’t there – ignoring the petty soul sitting across the room.

She never planned for an instantaneous afternoon. She knew very well she didn’t love him, and she knew he didn’t love her. But, oh, how badly she wanted to tell him she was overwhelmed, she was lonely, and she still had some feelings and cared for him. After months of letting go, she didn’t understand what was happening to her at that very moment. Deep down she wanted to know what he felt.

His eyes met her briefly across the room.

Casually she said, “Can you pass me the remote?”

Vampire Weekend

“A man of faith said hidden eyes could see what I was thinking.”

Feelings were real. No doubt I fell for you.
But a future together was as hopeless as the lost souls on Venice beach.
So I stopped dreaming.
You told me about your sleepless nights and how you over thought a lot of things when she broke your heart.
Little did I know you were foreshadowing what was yet to come in my life.
I can’t seem to see beyond these walls.
I only think of early evenings we spent together in the fall.
Some days I’ll sit, waiting patiently for you to walk through those doors, while I eat red velvet.
Other days I wait on a simple text about some concert because no one wants to go with you.
Hannah Hunt takes me back to the first night and I listen carefully for the hundredth time.
There was something in those lyrics you explained to me that I didn’t understand till now.

“Though we live on the US dollar, you and me we got our own sense of time”

That relationship was over.

If only it was fate, the timing would have been right.