Everybody Is Someone Else's Secret.

I promised myself

I would kiss you again,

someday.

I am afraid of my actions, and where they will take me. I act on impulse, which leads to situations I don't want to be in. Place's I don't want to be. Everyone learns from their mistakes, but I play mine on repeat.

The same question runs through my mind.

What will happen if I do see you?

I think I know what will happen, but the consequences that follow... It scares me that I know it's supposed to be you. I have a sketchbook full of the houses I imagined with you. Not to mention the diary that has your name scribbled all over it.. I can't stand to listen to a song anymore because it reduces me to tears.

So what will happen when you're home? Will you look the other way? Or will we just instantly run to each other?

I wish my head was on straight.