"I cannot help but to stupidly gravitate towards creating daydreams of you and I that may never unfold because I’ve tied myself to a string I won’t cut lose. I carry the scissors for cutting, but I have no intention of freeing myself because of the fear of what may or may not become of us. I do, however, wonder if you sit around thinking about me, too. Like a lust-sick school girl I wonder if you found something special in me. (Is it my laugh? My dimpled smile? The crazy faces I make? The way I carry myself? How I speak? — The way I danced with you?) I wonder if there’s something special you always look forward to seeing when I come along. For me, I just want to see your face. It’s enough to have my hands inch towards those scissors. I hope that one day I’ll find someone I’ll be brave enough to cut my string for. I’ll cut the end and offer it to him. He’ll take it and tie us together. We’ll tangle together our lives and spent the next few years attempting to undo the poetic knots, but we’ll be unable to for what is meant to be, shall be. I’m not much for fairytale endings, but I am one for contentment."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 08.

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