Every Song Has A You, A You The Singer Sings To; You're Mine

we stood in the rain today under an umbrella.
he said it was the cutest thing ever.
and i thought so too.

we laughed at how hard it was raining
and how close we were standing,
and how weird i was apparently holding the umbrella.
is there really a wrong way to hold umbrellas?

i'll never be able to sleep tonight.
and i have this vast urge to watch twilight.

i wonder if everyone has a relationship like that at least once in their life.
one of those bella and edward, ross and rachel, merideth and mcdreamy, love to let it ruin your life kind of loves.

i write these things filled with things i'd never tell him.
like the blitherings of an idiot, in this fucked up relationship with no one.
praying he never knows exactly how i feel.
because i know, and we all know.
it doesn't need to be said.
even though if it were, there would be resolutions.
why can't i just resolve this.
it kills me i can't fix this one thing, just for me.

it's still pouring outside.
and i've decided to strap into the rollercoaster for a few more rides.
we're troopers man, im not tappin out yet.
i won't until i can let my hands go and open my eyes.













something in you're eyes says we can beat this.