I know you don't need me.
I know we never meant much or held anything more than a look from across the room but can you blame me for wishing we could?
Because each glance is something I've never known, something unforgettable.
I swear you have untraveled lands and galaxies under your breathe.
Taking their time to show themselves.
But it hurts too much to look them in the eye because I've felt too much for it, I've fought too hard for them when no one else has.
Don't blame me for not jumping, it'd be too easy, darling.