When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong... just remember in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that, with the
sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.
I
think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that
dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest
friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter
how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.
I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she
stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us.
She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I
don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was
there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
I had discovered that there was something more painful than
falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you,
because they either have no interest, or its bad timing and
knowing that you can't be able to do anything about
it.