excuse my french when i ask:
is it the way i speak? is it the way i carry myself? is it the way i dress? is it the way i think? is it the way i view the world? or maybe i’m invisible, maybe i’ve been the only one that’s been delusional? or perhaps it’s the look on my face when we’re sitting together & i can’t help but admire everything you love & hate about yourself? or maybe it’s just that, maybe i’m just blinded by the fact that i still adore you? ‘cause clearly i wasn’t blunt enough when i asked if you really do see me…
i really hope i can get away before i’m forced to lie & say “ i hope you can find someone more suitable” ‘cause it’s things i’ve done that you surely won’t obtain there, but we’re probably better off as friends because why are we constantly reading different chapters of the same book? on second thought maybe it’d be better if it was an ending. don’t misunderstand me, but i think it’s better if we remain as strangers.