lunes, 25 de junio de 2012

About who I used to be.

Listening to: Naive by The Kooks

You used to think the world of me, remember? You said I was the best person you knew. You said you were so lucky to have me in your life. You used to be proud of me.

I don't think you think of me that way anymore. I know I don't think about myself that way anymore. I don't know who I am anymore to be honest.

Maybe I just want you to see me the way you used to so I can go back to see myself that way too. I want to go back to being that person you thought so much of.

I just don't know how to.

I'm not saying it's your fault although you could have done more.

sábado, 2 de junio de 2012

Love Story.

The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
Poem by Rumi (1207-1273)