Maybe it’s silly of me, a naive wish of some stupid, lovesick girl. But I wish you would take me with you, when you leave. I wish we could go lose ourselves to the world, and find what we lost in the places we’ve only dreamed of.
I don’t think that will happen though. Maybe in a movie, in a book, in a story. But those girls don’t have these weights on their shoulders, those girls can leave.
Even if you wanted to take me away with you, I don’t know if I could leave. Because if I did, how could I ever come back?
Loving you is the single most selfish vice I have ever allowed myself to indulge in. But I think it is one of the most selfless too. They say that everyone deserves to be happy, and I can only hope that includes me too.