my words slip to the floor
6:01 pm & 07.31.05
somedays i worry that there will never be someone to make me ridiculously happy. that i won't find a boy with pretty eyes who can make me laugh. someone i won't be afraid to sing in front of & even dance in the rain. a boy who will spill his soul to me as we stare at the sparkles on my ceiling & let the beatles or oasis say the words we'll never find to courage to speak.
...i'm not sure i'll ever be this lucky.