At night when the stars light up my room, I sit by myself talking to the moon. In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too.
I miss you. And there are so many what ifs that factor where you and I would be right now unlike the present. But it makes me wonder you know. What would it be like if (1) (2) (3) were still right here, by my side ~relationship wise.
(1) The better of the three. The better scenario. The better situation. But just not one that I like. Not something I really have say over.
(2) Burned bridges. That would be term wouldn't it? Unintentionally burned bridges. I guess the naive youngster took the better of me. And I don't know if I can make up for that now. Maybe I'm just scared. I really don't know. Doesn't stop me from feeling this way though.
(3) I really do hope that somewhere far far away, you can hear me. I hope that there is a possibility that you can see my intentions. That you're watching over me, Point me in the right way. Because if you can't, I don't know who can. I miss you. every tidbit that I do remember.
I wonder how she does it. I wish I was as strong.
Why is my life like this? I feel like I'm stuck in the bottomless rut that high school threw me in. Is it just me and my high expectations? I'm stuck in a bubble floating above the rest of the world. Getting a little lonely.
But I'm going to make it. Through thick and thin just like they say. I'm going to do it for each and every person. In hopes their on the other side, talking to me too. Or am I a fool? For talking to the moon.
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