Is it crazy to think you can have met your one and only at 17?
"Yes," I tell myself.
Preposterous.
But sometimes I don't know.
The way you talk about forever sometimes makes me wish it were so.
I really start to believe you.
And we aren't like them.
Not at all.
What we have is so...indescribable.
I really just can't imagine us going wrong.
I can't picture us fighting.
There would never be a taking for granted.
We're different.
But how many lost little girls have I heard that from?
"Sure you are," became my standard cynical reply.
Maybe I really didn't have the perspective to judge them.
This too shall probably blow up in my face.
But I just don't see it.
The way you are just makes me loose my sense.
...And I told them I wanted to fall in love...
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