I’m not like all my other friends, I’d rather get lost in conversation until we fade into each other again.
I wanted to slow dance these summer nights with you and then the summer ended and here we are now. I’m the type of person that gets lost in the moment and for a while, that moment was you. I think because I am so optimistic, so enamored with this thought of how Love should, could, would be; I tend create these falsities. I overreach for something that never was, I try to overachieve for things that never were. And partially, it’s my fault. One, for being scared. Two, for not being vocal enough. Those are one in the same, really.
I always say, you have to be your toughest critic and that may be my downfall. To me, I’m so far from where I want to be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m closer and closer every day and I feel I’m putting in the groundwork for my Champagne year to come. But because of this, I stray away from the frontlines and don’t pull the trigger. I’ve always been able see both sides of the story, I’m just trying to find a way to write mine.
All I want is to have the same effect on you, as you do on me.