I can see this. I don\’t want this to mess with my head. I remember how everything has gone down in the past. How I failed.
I play this song that sounds simple—of an island. The happiness captured with fresh icy cocktails on the sand, with water licking the feet.
I am confusing attention with attraction. I am lost. And I know that he is not the one. It makes tremors inside me. But it drives me crazy as I always think that I see him in the street, when I know that it\’s a lost cause.
It felt wrong standing in his place, staring at his bookshelves, his selected pieces, his collections, his life. I am admiring him, because he is different. I can\’t do this. I am not happy with myself and thus this struggle.
And so this is where we are.