Looking. Lurking.

Sometimes I find myself trying to find myself in other people. Jealous.
Sometimes I wonder if I ever will (if is not a search meant to be failed, to be constant) And If they had already found themselves. Contempt. 



Haven't seen you in a while.
Haven't read your words or heard your name.
Found a picture of you when I wasn't looking.
Just a small sign would make me smile.

When the truth is, 
I miss you.
Yeah the truth is, 
That I miss you so.


Long story short.

I will always love you.

And maybe you wont.


Long story short.


Don't know why I didn't come.*

He asked me to stay. He had me over many times before but I never spent the night, I just couldn't fall asleep.  Deep down, he wanted me to leave.

He asked me to come over and stay. His request felt different this time. He once had said he wouldn't stay for me. He couldn't wait.

"I'll wait for you" He said, before walking out the door, expecting me to follow.
I didn't.
When I saw the break of day 
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching tear drops in my hand
I don't know if I regret it. Don't know why I didn't come.
My heart is drenched in wine
You'll be on my mind
I'm sorry.

Come back. I'll wait for you. 

*Hoy fui a ver a Norah Jones y al escuchar esta canción, esta vieja historia me vino a la mente. Esperé todo ese tiempo y no fui. No fui por que sabía que si lo hacía, querría quedarme. 


Long story short.



Gracias pero no gracias. The story of my life. Cuando él finalmente quiso, yo ya había perdido el interés. And I broke him, and he cried.


Long story short.


Se estaba mal acostumbrando.

Le gustaba él por que sabía que no duraría. Le gustaba por que estaba segura solo sería una noche y después no lo volvería a ver. Ella se iba.