There are songs about you
Poems and stories too
I have never met you
Not sure I'd want to
If I were to never meet you,
I'll throw away my hopes
of becoming a "we"
The story of us won't ever be
I want you
But I will convince myself
I'm better off
And I don't know
who or where you are
Do I find you or do you seek me?
Do "we" ever become more than ourselves
Why do I feel like this?
Are you even out there?
Everyone has (a) you...
Where's my you?
«c.h.b»
I believe in soul mates and I'm so ready to meet mine, it hurts. My belief may be fading. (Idk how to italicize or bold my text...help)