Not a bad thing
If I had seen this video before everything fell apart, I might have used it to plead my case.It's not a bad thing to fall in love with me.
It really isn't. Despite what you may have heard.
There's no pleading now. Ships have sailed. I don't know about everyone's heart, but mine is in 20 million tiny, little pieces.
I lit a candle today at church. I prayed that she'll be OK, whatever that means. Her place in my heart is secure, even if it gets smaller as time passes by.
Lessons learned. Tears shed. It really is getting easier everyday.
But some days I would still love to run after her, apologize for whatever imaginary grievance is in her head...but I know that's not fair to me, accomplishes nothing and will probably only end up hurting me even more in the end.
Every single nook and cranny of this part of town reminds me of her. Every single day when I go to work it's like pouring salt into wounds.
Not sure how to fix it. Not sure how to fix anything.
But anyways, back to the topic. I seriously am pretty damn lovable, and I promise that I'll catch you if you let yourself fall...