it's funny how you think you're moving in the right direction, but then one day, you're driving down I-195. windows down, blasting the song that goes "oh dear, you look so lost." not sure if you're running towards something, or running away.
you went out of your way to "bump into me" and say hello on a Thursday afternoon. when I excitedly told my friends, they brushed it off like it was no big deal. I guess this sort of thing doesn't happen to me very often.
a very wise professor once told me not to tell somebody that you love them if you don't care how they're doing. so don't set someone on fire just to watch them burn.
night drives, sitting in the backseat of your car by the lake, and I can't even look at you. we both know that nothing will be the same in the morning. I guess that's the price you have to pay for falling in love too little and too late, in the middle of the summer.
you always buy a $2 newspaper from that homeless guy on magnolia, even though you never read it. you say, "some people need a little more. money, hope, love."
I wish that I was someone who mattered. maybe it’s because I don’t look up when I walk or because I can’t think of anything witty or insightful until it’s long past due, but if I died tomorrow, I might get into heaven because I was “a joy to have in class,” but not for anything substantial. I didn’t change the world. I didn’t even change one person.