Same ol', same ol'.
I'm laying here, miserable, fantasizing about you.
All I ever seem to do anymore is fantasize about you.
I have this weird, imaginary life that is operating completely parallel to the one I'm trapped in now. Like an alternate universe. Where something happens, and I instantly imagine how much better it would be if it was in your presence. I am hoping and praying that someday, I won't have to pretend anymore. That someday I will be able to smile at you, instead of your apparition. This world I'm in is easy, and at times almost perfect. But there is no Perfect without you. Therein lies the struggle. This world that feels so almost, is just that. You are everything. And no matter how long I take to act on it, I will always feel that way.
All I ever seem to do anymore is fantasize about you.
I have this weird, imaginary life that is operating completely parallel to the one I'm trapped in now. Like an alternate universe. Where something happens, and I instantly imagine how much better it would be if it was in your presence. I am hoping and praying that someday, I won't have to pretend anymore. That someday I will be able to smile at you, instead of your apparition. This world I'm in is easy, and at times almost perfect. But there is no Perfect without you. Therein lies the struggle. This world that feels so almost, is just that. You are everything. And no matter how long I take to act on it, I will always feel that way.