Reality, finally hits.
You know that feeling you get, when you talk to someone completely new. They have NO idea who you are, how you are, or anything about you. Then when you talk or text you have SO much to talk about. Then after a while you know so much, you run out of things to even say. Can’t it just stay where I can always be a mystery. You will never know me, the real me? That would be just dandy. Then again I wouldn’t want to feel like we are strangers. Maybe meeting you was not so good, maybe you moving away to college would be good for us. And maybe you sir, the new one will finally be the one to truly see me as a person and not someone to just “talk” to. That my friend would be lovely. I’m tired of the same games. And the “I’m not good for you,” act. Maybe we’re not good for each other but it never hurts to try. I may sound like a hypocrite, but I have yet to feel something, a deep sincere “I really want to be with you, fall in love with you, go away with you,” feeling with anyone. And I am completely okay with it. I’m actually surprised I haven’t let my guard down. But for now, I will be a good “girlfriend” say my farewell. And move the FUCK on.
