What if she was beyond your wintery soul with her warm hair of golden blonde?

I thought you were logical, where has your common sense gone? If she barely realized you were alive could you really share a bond?

What if she never saw your lives intertwined inside her mind and she was simply being kind when she replied?

What then? Would you let go of her soft inviting soul? Would you quit this game and fold, accept that this is getting old and set out for another goal?

Or you could truly pursue this, I mean what's the point of going through this? You act so ruthless yet you avoid messaging her because you're clueless and afraid that you'll miss.

Sitting inside your head instead because you're worried she'll leave you on read, laying and holding your breath as you dread the day she finds comfort in another's bed.

You twist these thoughts like they're going to pop off, you avoid talking so that people think you're not soft, you're lost and if you can't see that you're a lost cause.

Just follow through and accept what you decide to do, stop being so blue and jot the thoughts that this experience imbues. Go for it or don't, you can't lose