If you had asked me to stay, I would have gladly stayed, in your arms if I could. Now if that would have been a good idea or not, I'd say probably not, but who cares, it's just life anyway.
You cry with me, you fall asleep with me, but I don't know what you feel.
What are you thinking? I wish to know your darkest thoughts, but you want them unknown and that is part of the part that has us apart.
As I freeze in the night walk to the station, I think of how love can be so silly, so consumingly dumb. Despite its purest intentions, its raw honesty and vulnerability, it can turn us blind and stupid. How can something so beautiful become the death of someone like me. A death within life, one of many, that we walk through as we go.
I found a note in my pocket, I wrote it a couple of days ago at the shop after a few couples of weirdos I saw:
"I see strange people and turns out they're couples, and I think of you and I. We are odd too, unlike them, not too cool, not too uncool either, we are our own unique sort of odd. How can it be so obvious, how can it feel so obvious, but not work out? I miss you, but I idealize you too and often I wonder if this is a mistake"
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If you had asked me to stay, I would have stayed, we would have talked again, we would have decided to give a chance to that list we made, try it ouy. Maybe then, the scene of odd people and their lost odd partners suddenly found, would make sense for us too.