We lost it. No longer we ask how we are waiting for an honest answer, a "fine" does it now. No longer we try to hide the spark in our eyes as we look at each other, there is no spark. No longer we complete each other sentences, we barely speak at all. We lost it.
If it feels like it's the wrong thing to do, then it probably is. Never listened to my heart, because although I knew it was wrong I also wanted adventure, but at what cost? Someone once told me not to worry, crooked paths won't deny you from walking in a straight line.
I ought to write more about love. I tend to keep my hopeful feelings a secret because what a disgrace it would be for the world to know I have a heart and it beats for a special someone I have yet to meet.
Waited patiently by the window but it didn't rain like they said it would. Never liked rain all that much, but these days it seems like it would be the perfect companion. I believe she understands pain, she causes it too sometimes, her fury destroys everything in the way, she shows no mercy. Oh, rain I waited for you and vengeful as you are you kept me waiting.
He kept coming back for more but I had nothing to give. How well had I lied, how convincing had I seemed that he believed I had so much for him, it isn't true. My heart is dry and insincere, it isn't loving and naive, it isn't grateful or forgiving, it's just a muscle.