You’ve always been my “special someone”. Someone that made my day complete just by simply seeing your face. You’ve done nothing but your smiles never failed to make my heart skip a beat.
Your laughs, as cliché and hyperbolic as it seems, are music to my ears that even beats Elgar’s Salut d’Amour. You’re like the sun in my own system of stars and asteroids. You were almost my everything.
But there was never an “us.” You were never mine. There’s you and there’s me, but never ‘you and me.’ You have your own world which never needed me to move. You have your own path that would never cross mine.
I would have been very willing to do something. Anything. Just to make you look my way. Continue reading...