I read something today that broke my heart:
Maybe it’s the answer I’ve been searching for all along. “Why me?” I would ask. Why would this happen to me? Because I needed it. Desperately.
You are not supposed to fall in love with said person.
But I did.
I’m still not sure what any of this means, but I’m still praying for a miracle. Maybe it’s self-destructive, but he changed my life.
Now I want to change his.
*Poem taken from Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav.
“I need a miracle to bring me back to you,
I know you’re gone now, but I’ll still wait for you.”