...when he's the one, i'll come undone and my world will stop spinning
i don't know if this is just some crazy thought rolling around in my brain or perhaps a legit fear. maybe it's just all the sad songs i've been listening to and all the memories i've been digging up and trying to hold onto. that's probably more likely. either way, the thought that keeps coming back to me - while i'm brushing my hair, taking the bus to work, eating carrots and hummus - is that you're the one. you're actually the one that was supposed to be mine and for some cruel reason or another, we just can't make this happen. two different people that can't get past one thing that would bring them the most happiness.
i'm not super torn up about it. i accepted my fate as a spinster awhile ago. i just sigh a little bit when i think about how your face would look if i was the one walking towards you at our own wedding. sure, that may sound creepy, but that's my life. and since you're probably the one, i don't really feel a need to explain that to you...i know you understand.
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