We’ll cry and we dance, and we stumble into love in awkward perfect grace. The moon is gone and the sun has took its place.

Monday, May 24, 2010

True Colors

[if this world makes you crazy and you've taken all you can bare
...you call me up, because you know I'll be there]

I'm done playing the love game and have come to the conclusion that it's going to be okay.
If I want to maintain this friendship, I will have to persue it, because if I stick around waiting, I will die before anything happens.
It is not going to be awkward or awful.
Nor does it dictate my happiness.
It is recreation.

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