You and your stupid pretty face frustrate me.
And its frustrates me that I have to sleep at night and get up early in the morning and I never get to talk to you anymore.
And it frustrates me that part of my believes, no - KNOWS, that we are perfect for each other.
And I’ll never get to experience that because of stupid distances,
because of being fatally and irretrievably in love with someone else, someone who is also perfect for me.
A different kind of perfect, in that a calm, sunlit snowy day is perfect,
and a warm, star-filled summers night is also perfect.
And it makes me sad because I live through both seasons in turn without hurting anyone but I can’t live a season with one person without hurting the other.
I just feel sad.