To the point.
I still feel like I'm losing my head.
I wish that he'd appear randomly everytime I needed to see him just to see him, like he did today. He was slick pretending he didn't just walk down that hallway because he "didn't" see me through the door. Pshha. "Oh! Look who it is!"... Smiles. Gives me the bestest hug in the worlllddd.
Just when I'm ready to look down and feel bad about life,
I make one more glance up and see that it's not worth it,
feeling bad and all. There's always SOMETHING good going on.
And to anyone this is applicable to:
If we don't talk anymore, then you should have nothing to say.
Save yourself the breath, and just DON'T SAY IT.
I can't wait to move out, and on.