You come around for awhile and then you start disappearing again. You like playing hide and seek, police and thief, and catcher and the rye with me. You got me looking everywhere anytime any day for you.
I keep searching and searching till i go “A-ha! I found you!” And then you would charm me up and put me under your spell again, get me all worked up and refreshed, and then you would start running and hiding again. It goes on and on and it never stops. At least not yet. But.
What if i stopped chasing one day? Would you care?
He put the paperweight down and looked at Ray. “I don’t know. If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?”
“Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it’s intoxicating, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person. Merged souls, and so on. You think you’ll never be lonely again. Only it doesn’t last and soon yourealize you can only get so close, and you end up brutally dsappointed, more alone than ever, because the illusion - the hope you’d held on to all those years - has been shattered.”
and I hate how that feels
and I love how that feels
because love is an invention
of fiction writers.
“My hypothesis is that shorter fries are, on average, crispier. This is because it is more likely that the shorter ones are from the edges of a potato, relative to the centrally-located long fries. The central ones have more water because they are in the center of the potato, protected from evaporation at the surface. That’s why the small fries are better—lower water content means oil causes crispness, faster.”
-Mr. Colin Purrington
haha. :))
I wish I never met you
and I wish you never left.
You taste like a river in June.
“How do you live without your heart?”
I don’t know how to answer, so I say,
“It’s amazing the things you can learn to live without.
