It’s because that night, I laid in bed and thought about it. And I decided that if being ready meant being completely open to believing that if this guy is the one I’ve been waiting for, then I would accept him as he is. And I let myself put those dreams on him, and allowed myself to believe it was possible.
And it was the same old shit. I did something I’ve haven’t done in a long time, want something and be willing to accept what I got. And it was illusion.
This world is all smoke and mirrors.
Everything is always in motion. Everything is always changing.
Where is it we go in those moments when we’re not here?
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