i imagine we're a little like lines stretching out into the universe, always on the same path but never quite crossing. we've been treading this crooked road for quite some time now, and i've got a little theory i don't take too lightly, but i think our souls were meant to find each other. i quite honestly cannot imagine my life without you. and in these endless days and months of static quiet, i find my mind racing back to you and searching for moments when these sparks collide like little pinpricks poking at my heart and telling me— this is not a boy you meet every day. all the signs are pointing straight to you but these walls are built a little too thick and i can't seem to pummel through. help me understand what it is i need to do for you to let me in because i can't stop thinking about the sentences you write, and the stories you tell, and the words that cross your mind. when you lie awake at night, where do your dreams take you? whose thoughts do you haunt? where am i in this convoluted head of yours? where do i keep my heart when every bated breath is spent imagining another timeline where we had met a little sooner, where you had chosen me without another thought, where i could make you much happier and keep the shadows at bay. in this humid, crowded space, this rambunctious roar of emotions, this bursting flurry of delusion, this flimsy daytime dreaming is what keeps me holding on. there's space for us, darling, somewhere in the other-verse. hold on tight. i'll see you in another time.
can't stop thinking about you. thought i'd put it in words.