• I guess we all want what we can’t have.

    How did I manage to end up in this position?

    Again?

    Like I said, I never foresaw any of this.

    Not the first kiss.

    Or the second one.

    Or the undeniable truth that we belong together.

    You want me to like you. You want me at all.

    It’s written all over your face, and oh my God when you look at me.

    Honestly, I don’t think I can handle this. Not anymore.

    We’re lost in the idea that this could happen at all.

    This can’t take us anywhere, but if it could, who knows where we’d go?

    Where we’d go together.