It's weird how we were talking just a minute ago, making impossible plans and suddenly all of it changes.
Suddenly you're not the one I thought you were.
Suddenly bouts of silence have taken over long paragraphs of conversation.
Suddenly you're not the one I thought you were.
Suddenly bouts of silence have taken over long paragraphs of conversation.
Suddenly those two evenings and over-analyzing them to the tiniest detail seem so far away.
No matter how much I force myself to not think of it, I still find myself asking.. 'What if it meant nothing to you?'
Why does it matter so much if it did matter to you or not? Why am I so hellbent on knowing how you feel when you've made it clear you don't feel anything at all?
Maybe we indeed were meaningless. Maybe it was nothing.
Maybe I felt too much. Maybe I should stop thinking.
Maybe..
we're better off
we're better off
pretending nothing of it ever happened.
