And I know, as long as I have your eyes, You're mine.
I've never known how to shake that feeling. You know? That feeling I get when your fingers fill the spaces between mine and it's only then that I can truly believe what I tell myself every day. 'Without you, I'm nothing.' And then I realize I am whole once more with your presence.
I believe we all have someone out there. And, when the time is right, we'll stumble upon them. Whoever they are.
Upon realizing this, it is now I see, how wrong a person you were for me. But you were right all the same.
And that is why you aren't mine, I think. This makes sense, someway, somehow. And my eyes won't cry for you. Even if you were that person. But, technically, because you're not here, I should be nothing, right?
No. because part of me knows you're still here.
I still have you, stored away in a dark, bleak, dusty corner of my mind where you shall forever remain.