Is like this amazing feeling of security. You see and you think: what is it that you can be doing that would make you feel better? Right here. Right now.
You have that vision and you start to wonder if it only makes sense in your head — is it an extinguished desire or just a transient thought? I have the undying hope of seeing you, and yet every time I do, my world is normal again. I have the ability of letting you go so easily, and still your memories overflow my mind and create the daily dream I live in.
How can I have this anxious eagerness and enthusiasm of our encounter if I know that you’re not going to be there? Or are you? Do I really know?
It’s just hope and survival. This is I, keeping me in balance. This is myself, trying to hold on to the last minute, to the last chance, to the last happy feeling.
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