road to nowhere
i met you today. we hit it off. flirting. touching. giggling like school boys. i’m immediately at ease and then it hits me. this isn't real. i’m getting ahead of myself. remembered feelings are not present reality. let’s check the facts.
emotions and feelings are not facts. by that logic, i’m not to be trusted, but then again, neither are you. i know how this storybook ends. i know that you’re out there leaving your chapter in every boys book.
i breath. i relax. i let go. remembered feelings are not reality, but I'm excited to see this go nowhere all the same.