my
heart blushes
for you a thousand
blooms.
this doesn't
make sense,
but what can i
do?
i know we
could be so
perfect for eachother.
i'm going to
make myself accept that
we're just not
meant to be together.
in my eyes you've been my
rory.
the fact that
you even get this is
grand.
i'm still not
making much sense but
this jibberish is
all i have.
i'm sure i'll meet
my match. my
one.
a part of me
still believes
i can find him
in you.
but holding onto
that hope only
opens the wound.
one day i will
tell you.
on one condition.
when we are both
happily in love
with others or eachother.
only then.
but what
good would it do
if we're not
together.
so i'll revise the
clause.
i'll confess
it all when we're together.
see, i don't
even use the
word if.
it's always
been when. like
it was just a
matter of time.
time will
tell.
am i a fool
or a intuitive
lover girl.
time will tell.