parallel lines
in another universe our watches are synced and we meet at the right time. all i know is you'll always be the right person, regardless.
i’m not sure if i should consider you as a first love, i don’t think it is. but it is a larger something than what i’ve felt before, in terms of my emotions. i’ve liked someone before this tumultuously before, sure, but not so hopefully. your messages light up my phone and i don’t want to respond, for the first time ever. i’m running away and you know i do that, but you also know i’ll run back to you anyways. and even i know that and it scares me.
i think i’ll keep this one short because i feel so much yet so little at the same time. i think of your name and it’s white noise. there’s an emotion there but it’s grey and too scary to touch. murky, brackish water with my reflection staring right back at me. heart eyes that changed into petrified ones. i really hate the timing of it all. if you were early, if i were late, maybe. maybe. it happened, but it happened wrong. it didn’t follow the script. you fumbled, i panicked, you ran too and i run to you. i hate that you might read this, it’s embarrassing. but i can’t help but wonder as well, are you thinking of it too? if you’re reading this, don’t. i can’t bear to air out more of my dirty laundry to you, the vulnerability is enough for a lifetime. let’s pretend this never happened (it did and it sits heavy in between us). honestly, i have a lot to say but it’s all redundant so i’d rather stick to just a vent. a short report from a witness in the eye of the storm. however, off the record, i think you still might be the right person and we collided in the wrong time.
right now we’re on parallel trajectories after a miscalculated hit. i hope we’re intersecting in another universe. i hope in another universe you accept how your feelings, and i stop running from my own.