outcome.
All I've ever wanted out of life was to walk out into that sunset with the girl under my arm. and if I can't have the girl? Then I guess I'll just keep on walking.
Half a year ago I would given anything to not be in love. I would have given anything for a goodnights sleep, for complete freedom from such dependency. But you know what? I'm glad I fell. Not because things worked out: things never work out for me, and thats just something I'll have to come to terms with.
I think the hardest thing I've ever done was watch her cry. Lord knows I'd love to make it stop, I'd do anything to make it stop. But that's just the thing: I tried to make it stop. I tried to give her a reason to be happy, to stop crying. and it made her cry...
and I now understand every fucking emo song; every boxcar racer tune that I once despised crawls toward me and jumps beneath my flesh. And I don't mind. because when I walked away and the emo songs filled my soul, songs that i WROTE to close that void, throughout all of that...I was happy. I don't know whether it was absolution, catharsis, closure, or whatever, but I can walk tall knowing that I can never hurt again.
Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger, or so they say. When you are brought this close to death, just how indomitable are you?
Recap: I love her. And I will always love her. I don't care how stupid that is.
Half a year ago I would given anything to not be in love. I would have given anything for a goodnights sleep, for complete freedom from such dependency. But you know what? I'm glad I fell. Not because things worked out: things never work out for me, and thats just something I'll have to come to terms with.
I think the hardest thing I've ever done was watch her cry. Lord knows I'd love to make it stop, I'd do anything to make it stop. But that's just the thing: I tried to make it stop. I tried to give her a reason to be happy, to stop crying. and it made her cry...
and I now understand every fucking emo song; every boxcar racer tune that I once despised crawls toward me and jumps beneath my flesh. And I don't mind. because when I walked away and the emo songs filled my soul, songs that i WROTE to close that void, throughout all of that...I was happy. I don't know whether it was absolution, catharsis, closure, or whatever, but I can walk tall knowing that I can never hurt again.
Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger, or so they say. When you are brought this close to death, just how indomitable are you?
Recap: I love her. And I will always love her. I don't care how stupid that is.