I've noticed how long this has gone on for and how my heart lingers on you, still with absolutely no certainty.
Who are you really? Because I think I'm in love with the idea of who I think you are..or who you could become.
I'm a contradiction of my standards and come dangerously close to throwing them all away for you.
I know that wouldn't cause satisfaction, ultimately.
But really, what do I know.
What do I know of navigating beyond my safe shores into the depths of feelings, and emotions, and God's will, and truth, and loneliness, and stubbornness, and spontaneity?
I know nothing except that this is something...
....unless I go on pretending it's nothing.
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