i think about you every night. i think about your eyes, your smile, your hair. the color of your skin. the sound of your voice.
i wonder how we’ll meet.
i wonder if we’ve already met.
I substitute love with people. I fall, get hurt then try to cope by using another person. I try to move on, I just add to my loneliness with more people, regretting all the memories and never cherishing the true moments of love. I substitute reality with perfection. I believed everything was fine, I contemplate that I’m all alone by choice, I’ve been through enough in my life. I made promises I made memories with the one I love, I still think of the other special people hoping one would realize my true potential. I’m trying to be human my soul is detached as I contemplate my substitutions and reality. It’s truly hard, when my ambitions are greater that I actually feel.
As a child ide hoped for my adult-hood to be better than what it is at the moment. Live in a house that isn’t a home, ide hoped for a partner to be my superman I figured out that wasn’t the way to go, happiness is what matters most. I’m an adult with high hopes and dreams that I will aspire and achieve. I know it will take time but ill be happy as long as I have faith in myself.
And sometimes when you turn, there is a shoulder to lean upon, a smile to believe in, a hand to hold. Those are the times your faith in the world is restored