Snippets

Snippet #9

I'm tired of making up scenario after scenario in my head.

I'm tired of hoping you'll look at me the way I look at you.

I'm tired of hoping I'm the one your eyes search for in a crowd, such as mine do.

I'm tired of you invading my mind, day after day.

I'm tired of hoping for something that I know will never happen.

I know that I'll move on. I know that one day you'll just become a memory. A memory that I'll look back on and maybe even laugh about. A memory that I will forever associate with my youth.

But you will always be my one memory that ended without ever beginning.