(insert disclaimer here)
We sit there, saying nothing. The radio is playing a song in the background, 'bout soul mates, 'bout true love, 'bout hopes and dreams and everythings. We aren't like that. Our love is simple, we couldn't be friends. We are what we are, we are this, this is us. Silence.
And kisses from a thousand miles apart, hell, that's all we ever do. Kiss. No intelligent conversations, no planes for the future, no warm, fuzzy moments. If I could choose, would I choose him?
I don't know. That's the thing about destiny, no options. I wonder, did I love him back then, in a life not quite mine? Will I love him someday, in a time far from now? Do I love him now? Is this how love is? The simple enjoyment of each others company?
I had a friend that loved him once. Why did I take him from her? I can't remember now. Every one seems to love him and I can't remember why.
Soul mates. People who find each other again and again. Well, that's us, but maybe somewhere within all that finding we got lost. True love. People who are destined for each other, well that's just my problem, that nasty old destiny.
I think I can handle this, I think I know the answer, the simple Truth. No one is in love, not anymore. Not that head-over-heals-reach-for-the-sky kind of love. The sun has set on love and all we can do is to do the best we can.
And let the music play.
We sit there, saying nothing. The radio is playing a song in the background, 'bout soul mates, 'bout true love, 'bout hopes and dreams and everythings. We aren't like that. Our love is simple, we couldn't be friends. We are what we are, we are this, this is us. Silence.
And kisses from a thousand miles apart, hell, that's all we ever do. Kiss. No intelligent conversations, no planes for the future, no warm, fuzzy moments. If I could choose, would I choose him?
I don't know. That's the thing about destiny, no options. I wonder, did I love him back then, in a life not quite mine? Will I love him someday, in a time far from now? Do I love him now? Is this how love is? The simple enjoyment of each others company?
I had a friend that loved him once. Why did I take him from her? I can't remember now. Every one seems to love him and I can't remember why.
Soul mates. People who find each other again and again. Well, that's us, but maybe somewhere within all that finding we got lost. True love. People who are destined for each other, well that's just my problem, that nasty old destiny.
I think I can handle this, I think I know the answer, the simple Truth. No one is in love, not anymore. Not that head-over-heals-reach-for-the-sky kind of love. The sun has set on love and all we can do is to do the best we can.
And let the music play.