Despite everything, I can't manage to shake... Thousands of miles of miles away, still etched inside my eyelids.
Every minute of silence is filled with echos of this...
I've tried to forget. I've really tried.
An open mind, a new attitude, a well-worn suitcase...
Yet the opening line of an old song can wash it all away.
My fate as the unrequited girl is becoming me...
It's almost more romantic like this, anyway.
My fate as the unrequited girl is becoming me...
It's almost more romantic like this, anyway.
2 comments:
I enjoy reading your words immensely.
Emily...
I *thought* I saw you put up a post about being near the River Liffey, which means you and I are in the same city and have been for about a week now. Maybe you took it down; my reader caught it. Or, maybe I am insane, in which case you should ignore me.
Dublin is fantastic, isn't it? I think I could live here.
Don't worry. I'm not going to ask to meet up with you and be all creepy and stuff, but it is fascinating to know that your life and mine have intersected.
A quiet lonely boy from Chicago, and unrequited You. Life is strange that way.
Be safe, and I hope your travels take you somewhere you want to be.
D.
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