what happened to all the good memories you had and the beautiful days of misery you left behind?
why can't you remember them now?
are you...scared? that you'll lose it all again?
I really thought I had it all under control, and it was so nice and the days were so bright and scorching and so was the July heat. I loved life for once, I think. I can't put it into better words but for once life felt like...life. That I wasn't trying to get by with my days and whatever ambiguity to which I constantly found myself getting buried knee deep in when dealing with people was just gone for once.
I think it was my spring. Summer was my spring. I bloomed. And I met you.
I met you and I didn't really get my hopes up. I didn't dare to be romantic again. But I'm glad you're here.
I'm still scared to call, still scared to really believe that maybe for once I could stare into someone's eyes and think that hey, no matter where it goes I'll be okay. And so will you.
I'm glad I met you.