You kissed me.
And it led to my whole world spiraling out of control.
My faith was restored, I vowed I would return the favor, and I found myself falling even more irreversibly in love with you.
It's like when you realize that those implausible but evidently hopeful wishes at exactly 11:11 p.m. really do work.
But I think way too much for my own good.
I think about things too in depth and then I just break my own heart.
Make bizarre and ignorant conclusions,
Like you're just playing around with me.
You don't mean it when you say you love me.
Or maybe I'm the one interpreting all those signals in all the wrong ways possible.
But how else would a fool in love interpret a kiss from the one they hold so close to their heart?
Maybe I just understand what it is my heart wants me to.
And I guess that's why I hate suffering through relapses such as this one.
Because I love too hard and too much, and I always end up hurting in the end.