One of my most desperate wishes is to be taken by the hips, and pulled into a hug that never ends. I want to be able to look him in the eye and not think about anything but right now, dancing in the middle of the road, soaked through by the pouring rain, not caring because I never want us to seperate.
But what does it matter? You dont care that much, and I will never be wanted by you the want you are by me. So why does it even matter? Why do I bother dreaming? No-one cares enough to help me see them through.
Especially not you. And I had the nerve to think you had bothered to change.
My mistake.
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