Together in all these memories
I see your smile
All the memories I hold dear
Darling I’ll love you until the end of time
"The wrong guy
He’s not a bad guy. On paper, he’s the kind your mom would want you to date: he’s smart, he wants to go to college and he’s alright all around. He’s the high school sweet heart you typically meet early in your life, at a time when your identity is not completely formed yet. You have common interests and he’s funny, so what could go wrong?
Alas, time goes by and you start to change. He remains the exact same guy he was when you first met him, but strangely, your love and passion for him progressively turn solely into camaraderie.”
Once in a while I sit down in front of a blank page and I try to put my emotions into words that never come. Perhaps this is something only meant to be felt. But why do I feel as though I’ll implode if I don’t let it out?