When does love become so twisted?
It will never be UN-twisted.
It’s been so absurd and blurry and … I can’t even describe it anymore.
“Is he the right one?”
Really, I can’t answer it with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when I don’t even know the definition of the-right-one.
What if there’s not only ONE??
What if there are TWO??
Would it be possible to change the question to be,”Are they the right ones?”
Would it be wrong?
Maybe the way we feel isn’t supposed to be logical, to be rational.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Maybe there’s something I’m afraid to say, or someone I’m afraid to love, or somebody I’m afraid to let go.
It’s gonna hurt. I know.
It’s gonna hurt because it matters.
But, maybe it’s okay to be unsure and scared.
Yes, one day I would be certain enough to answer.
But for now, I think I gotta just take things for what they are, not try to label it or explain it.
In another life, I would make you stay,
So I don’t have to say you were the one that got away,
The one that got away