There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, same old tired lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you. Your eyes whispered, "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me. The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy.
“I think that one thing I’m really afraid of is…that magic doesn’t last. That butterflies and daydreams and love, all these things that I hold so dear, are going to leave some day. I haven’t had a relationship that’s lasted forever. I only know about them starting and ending. Those are my fears. I spend a lot of time balancing between faith and disbelief.”