The smell of you in every single dream I dream
If I ever push you away, I didn't really mean to. When I told you I don't want to talk about it, I do, I am just looking for the right words. Give me some time, if I can tell you, I will. I am trying to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working on the ratio. When I get really quiet sometimes, its because I have too much to babble up, I have thought many things to tell you all at once, but yet I just don't know how to start. Like yeah, I get really immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on daily basis, and I know I couldn't. I miss you really easily but I also like if we can be apart, for a while and at the end, we are both okay. Space is good too. I love the way we both love the same things, and I love we love the entirely different things. I won't forget all those. As for now, my head is complicated with piles of thoughts, fears, tears, cravings, dreams, and these tangled up for the past, at the moment and somehow for the future. I am flawed, I am human and I am broken. And for some reason, I am trying. I wish and I am glad if we can still be friends after we both say goodbye, hand in hand. Things happened, we don't write the future, He does.
I just don't know where the heart is beating
Don't spit up, I have my own fairy, he has his own story. We must strong and carry on. Maybe it felt like the floor fell underneath us, and we've been running ever since. But we know we couldn't find our way back. And if we love someone, set them free. Farewell
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