Smile
Barely a night. Already, I can think of nothing else.
Isn't this how it always is with me? Yes. Always smitten so soon. Yet I do not even know your name or if you are really interested. Yet here I am sitting here, think of you. Smiling. Thinking. and smiling. wait, i mentioned that.
I could be so many things. So many things. But here I am, with stars in my eyes, chasing a fantasy. Will anything ever come of this? I doubt it. But it is nice to think about.
If something does come of this, will I have the guts to move forward? Because I can be a coward in matters of the heart. Yet, hasn't even progressed that far. Here I sit, thinking about it. I think of myself as not romantic, yet I am. I don't want to be. Maybe because I think it is a weakness. Or perhaps that I don't want to care too much, for fear you won't care at all...
Somehow, this isn't about you anymore. It always comes back to me. It starts as something else, someone else. but, inevitably, it comes back to me. *sigh* Damn Aries.
Somehow it always comes back to me.