When you get involved too much, you get hurt

I knew already from the very beginning, nothing would amount, but still I always carry that bit of hope that maybe...just maybe something would stay.

I'm not dumb enough to think I'm actually interested or that I care, but I just don't want to let go because if I do, I won't be able to find you. You'll disappear and that's what you want, but- I don't know why - I can't bare to imagine that you're somewhere in the world alone (or not). I don't like knowing that one second you're contactable- though not really - and the next, you're literally gone.

Where will you be? No one will know. You'll be a figure in random crowds strutting to your own beat. And no one will know how weird you really are, and no one will know how amazingly awkward and charming and introverted you can be, and no one will know because you're not sticking around for people to find out and you're not letting people really get to know you.

Just because you have more years of experiences doesn't mean that I can't relate. Maybe my emotions will never be as mature as yours, but the intensity of emotions is universal, and we at the very least have that in common.

I want to know that your presence is somewhere, but I guess that's the sort of restraint that you wouldn't want.

I would like to believe that we're all connected by strings of fate and that eventually all the people I want to see again will be led back to me. Or is this just wistful thinking again?