I Wrote This For You: Just the Words

You and I could collide, like atoms in some scientist's wet dream. We could start a new universe together. We could mix like a disease. And if we do, I hope we never get better.

. This is what happens when you talk like a stranger to the person you once loved.

I pray you're ok. That it's ok. I pray all the parts of you that I remember are still there. I pray that you're happy.

Even if it's not with me.

"The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss."

The sky was made so clear that sometimes, at night, you can see the far blue edge of forever behind distant suns. Yet, nothing's that clear here, and I'm sitting right next to you.

how we manage to say so much, without saying anything at all.

All I can do, if I feel this way, is trust that somewhere in the universe, there's a you that feels the same.

You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be.

You dreamed me one night. Now I'm dreaming you back.

And if you can't say yes, answer anyway. Because I'd rather live with the answer than die with the question.