The perfect words never crossed my mind,
Cuz there was nothin’ in there but you.
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me.
Now I’ve never been good with words, verbally or IM that is. My words take days to get right. I’m not worried about the trip because of the things that might normally worry me. There’s something different going through my mind. And perhaps I’m a bit evasive when the topic comes up, but it’s in my nature. I just been thinking a lot about what she said and what I’m beginning to think might have been painfully obvious to anyone in the past. And perhaps I’m over analyzing myself and perhaps I’m wrong, but all things deserve thought. And maybe I’m just being silly and romantic about it all, but sometimes the weirdest things in this world feel the most normal.