How is it that you’d ask me not to forget to meet you halfway and forget about it? Does your mind ever wander or your voice ever whisper through the winds or your heart ever wish in every shooting star about this -- about us -- the way mine does
every. single. time.
If I could count all the tears shed and all the hours I’ve skipped sleep and those times when I’m drowned on songs and verses and memories all because of this that I have,
You'd know the depth of how much you have an effect on me.
If only I could write word after word until our worlds meet and collide so beautifully again, I’d write how my heart aches and crushes and hurts.
How is it that you said you’ll wait and left me here waiting? And yet I’m still here waiting,