that this is temporary…
that this is just… _THIS_…
that i think i would, one of these days, come to my senses and tell myself that “hey, get our ass back to reality. That ain’t happening!”
that there is absolutely nothing more to it than just being this…
that there exists an idea of, like my friend said, being in love with the thought of just being in love but not in love with the person himself… (i love it when she said it! makes sense!)
that at the end i’ll come back, even if i know that there’s no assurance that i could still come back and i’m not even sure that i would still be accepted…
that…
everything…
is too good to be true…
and that…
at the end…
i am just, literally, weirdly, crazily…
getting myself into a position that would hurt me more than i could ever imagine…
and i’m just letting that happen…
that even if i see it, i am not really “seeing it”…
Damn differences!
:(