i can't quite put my finger on it, but there is some sort of special air about those people who have touched me, really touched me, inside.
no matter who i end up being...no matter where i end up being it...it's like those people stay still in time. even if they have also evolved into someone else, even if age has taken notice in their smiles...they are the same to me. they still belong.
he is one of those people. he belongs to me, even if he never will. he won't. i know it, he knows it. and that's okay, it's okay because of that link that will keep us attached to each other for life. no matter what. we belong to each other, like all those special ones belong to me. they're mine.
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