We’re looking for each other in different people…
That defeats the purpose of being us, doesn’t it? Either way, I pray you find what you’re looking for.
Is this my courage or my cowardice? I can’t tell the difference… but, I wish I could. Stripped down to the core it just feels like another favor… I’m too much to deal with, this is always for the best.
But, do you want to know a secret? I’d fight for you if you wanted me to. I’d give you everything I have if I knew you couldn’t find more in someone else. The things that I would do for you are endless… you have always been perfect to me and if all I ever got was you, I’d live forever. I feel like I’m pleading with the air, but I’m just letting someone know. I know what I feel inside and I can’t shake it. I’m just afraid that this will always be a part of me… and when you’ve really moved on and settled down, I’ll still be here looking for you in someone else… and will never find what I’m looking for.
Where do these things come from? A face with a name I don’t know for sure.
